in a whisper,
as I was looking for you in my computer.
I was trying to find out if you were dead or alive.
I said it and regretted it,
because like a spell, you appeared:
you showed up wearing a hat, unannounced,
smiling.
in my dreams you don't hate me,
you keep me dear,
you keep me close,
you know who I am.
I wish I kept the email you wrote,
that said
it had been an honor to know me,
but I guess my computer
doesn't dream that far back into time.