I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for the friends I've made on the Internet. I've met many of them face to face, had some of them in my home, and been a guest in some of their homes.
People who know my Internet habits understand that I don't care for instant messages, unless there's a specific purpose. So, they don't bother me with IMs unless they have something to say. There is one person, though, with whom I've spent hours in IM... my friend Sue. For some reason, I've never minded chatting in instant message with her.
Sue has a strange habit. If she gets angry, or hurt, she dumps (deletes) whatever screen name she is using so you can't contact her. Then perhaps weeks, or even months, later, I'll get an IM from some name I've never heard of, and guess who it is!
She's gone again on one of her "leaves of absence". She and I are neither one spring chickens, and one day I know she won't show up any more... or maybe I won't be here when she returns. I accept this. We must all do what we can to survive, to smooth out the bumps in lifes road.
I composed this simple poem today. Sue, if you're reading this entry, I hope you know you will always be my friend.
I have a disappearing friend;
She'll go away, return again,
Pick up right where we chatted last...
And I'll think all the trouble's past.
I do not mind; it's just her way:
Get hurt; retreat; come back one day.
I always pray she shows again,
For when she's gone, I miss my friend.
You know, each time she disappears,
I cannot help but have some fears:
Will she return, as in the past?
Or will this exit be her last?
Perhaps this time she's gone for good.
I wouldn't change her if I could.
My friend must to herself be true.
She knows what's best for her to do.
But if perhaps she's reading this,
At least she'll know that she is missed.
Life does go on; I'm doing fine.
I simply miss one friend of mine.