You've been in my thoughts -
And I could not figure out why -
For the truth of the matter is,
I barely even know you...

But at odd moments of the day
I find myself wondering
How you are coping,
Wondering if you are ok...

And my only contact with you
Is through this keyboard,
Twenty-six letters - All I have
To show my concern.

Each keystroke carefully measured
Like the listened-to beating
Of a watched child's heart -
Sometimes labourous and painful.

I feel in my bones
The weight of this caring -
And I wonder what good
Could possibly come of it...?

But you too, offer ME hope
Some small comfort for my care
When I see your digital "smile"
The knowledge you are well...

I realise this web of contacts
That I have so contrived -
So delicately woven,
Serves a purpose after all...

You offer me thanks for my care -
Now I offer you MY thanks,
For the acceptance of my care -
To know my thoughts, are not pointless...