My Anonymous Friend

I don’t know what it’s like to know you from three inches apart, I don’t know what it’s like to touch you; to know what your embrace is like.

I wish I could feel your warmth in ways that are not just comforting words through a network harboring billions of stories.

I wish I could hear you from beyond a screen separating our worlds that are latitudes apart.

You make me so happy and yet you’re far out of my reach.

I wish it was me who walked next to you on the lonely streets when you craved ice cream, I wish it was me who walked into your house like I’m family.

I would fly to you in a couple ‘a hour’s time if there weren’t chains of my own life buried here, miles away.

But the beauty of it all stays, that I met your soul, I met your words. I met your darkest which no one knows.

I learnt what you love, and I learnt what you don’t. You didn’t put up a front around me, you didn’t need to, for being known and seen never felt so safe.

You’re in your room, writing of love and loss, I’m in mine, working endless chores but the melody flowing throw our devices connect us both. We may not be looking at the same sky right now, but we are listening to the same lyric and feeling the same feelings.

You are my reflection and this virtual divide is a mirror, and maybe one day, my hands will seep through the glass and reach your being.

But until then I’ll keep loving you through this phone, and reminding you of the same, for I know you so well, yet you’re my anonymous friend.