That's What the Imagination is For, Isn't It?
It felt like only yesterday that we met.
Something just seemed to click.
We had the same sense of humor, could understand each other’s quirks.
I can’t recall when I’ve had such interesting conversation with someone (who is not related to me, that is).
(Then again, there are all those other similarities, so there is that possibility.)
There is so much we can’t see.
Words can only go so far, you know.
I’ve never seen your face.
I’ve never heard your laugh.
I’ve never seen a smile grace your lips.
We’re separated by an unseen barrier of time.
A wall of space.
A web of wires.
But I guess that’s what the imagination is for, isn’t it?
I can only guess what you look like.
What you sound like.
And you can do the same about me.
Our friendship linked by words.
If only we could finally meet.
If only to be friends.
But for now, as I type, I’ve decided:
For now, I can let my imagination satisfy me.
Because that’s what the imagination is for, isn’t it?