Every morning, i would awake, suddenly, with a grin on my face. And I would stagger and stumble... with enthusiasm!... to my cyberspace receptacles to see if she had reached out and touched me while i slept.

And if she had...
even as my body groaned and yawned and ached and yearned for that first sip of caffeine...protesting mightily that sleep was god and i seriously needed to get some religion in my life!
... my heart and my soul would prance about the room like a child on Christmas morning.

watched the fireworks tonight
you should have seen them

you were supposed to be here...

you should have been here

after a few minutes...
i stopped watching

i don't like fireworks anymore