Poem
There was a time when you were my shining light
My Strong arm in the storm
My Safe place
Like the song “But you own the place, where all my thoughts go hiding..”
Now its replaced with electronic people all over the world,
Random people in various places
Cyber Hugs and “Im thinking good thoughts” to get me through
At night when I crawl into bed
Im held by Synthetic fibers and a pre recorded message