Food

What’s for breakfast? Dinner? Lunch? Or maybe you could write a poem about that time you met a friend at a cafe. This poem is what I imagine meeting one of my online friends would be like. 

Anxiously waiting

The room full of people 

My eyes are trained on the door

We've not met "in real life"

but it still feels like meeting an old friend

because it is

we have known each other for years

just through a screen

instead of in person

Through the years we've shared so much

Our struggles, our victories, our pain

She helped ease my loneliness when my husband left

And again when my mom died. 

She may not have physically dried my tears

but it was definitely done by proxy. 

Friends are friends

no matter their form

sometimes they come in the unlikeliest of places

sometimes they are right in front of your face, 

awaiting you just to look up. 

In she walks, just as I anticipated, 

she sees me right away, wraps me in a hug

We share a coffee and a long conversation. 

Friends are friends and friends we will remain.