really not there

gaze at the screen
the words we do stare
day after day
but we’re really not there

friends maybe true
but at the days end
it’s clickity clack
hit the button that sends

no kisses no hugs
just x’s and o’s
no hopping in bed
without any clothes

what we only can do
is pretend that’s it better
then type up and send
an electronic letter

suffice it to say 
reality’s a bitch
when the people I like
are turned off with a switch

so do me a favor
be ever so kind
and fondly remember
your friend with a rhyme