When she comes home <br />She will turn it on <br />She will look to see <br />If his name is on <br /> <br />Far away in another place <br />He has had a hard day <br />He turns on his pc <br />Tries to imagine her face <br /> <br />He will check his mail <br />He searches for her name <br />He thought of her today <br />She has done the same <br /> <br />Although they've never met <br />But in this cyber space <br />Through keys they have touched <br />Upon each others face <br /> <br />He will type her name <br />He's not sure but he knows <br />He has touched souls <br />With one Debbie five o <br /> <br />Debbie five o <br />She is on his mind <br />And he is on hers <br />Through these cyber lines <br /> <br />They've never seen each others face <br />Or seen each others eyes <br />But they know what they feel <br />And they both feel it inside <br /> <br />Far across the air waves <br />Through this day and age of such <br />They have learned how they feel <br />And through keys they have touched <br /> <br />Through keys he has touched her face <br />And she too upon his <br />In this world of cyber space <br />This is how it is. <br /> <br />copyright 2003 BillSimmons <br />aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pc/
