I seek solace
In the comfort hand
The warmth of the secret kiss
The hidden embrace

Shadowed feelings.. electronic deeds
A cybernetic system to fill my need
There and then not yet you want the real
You act as though together not words on a screen

Seperated by space… by times constant flow
Acting familiar
Know you I don’t

Your voice, your smile
Not even an image
Those you withheld
Alone.. in my thoughts only you dwelled

So what is Reality?
What is the truth?
Do you exist at all?
Or am I loving myself in abstract relief

Alone in a room with a silence companion
My own addled belief that you exist at all
A mental aberration concocted by need
Simply a reflection .. Im alone indeed

A person , idea, feeling
To lead
Me to you
Yet… is it you at all
Or just a reflection

Of Me.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe