In the back of my memory
you've etched yourself
in watercolors and words

the familiarity i get in your name
the security from knowing you exist
behind that computer screen

reminded of you when reading Plath
and while listening to Anti-flag
and having the same endless wishing for something
that will never happen

I'm smiling
about the things we talk about-
music, concerts, clothes, math homework
and hating exams
things we talked about without a phone
just words and imagination
over the internet
from opposite ends of the earth
bonds stronger than the friends i have
in reality.

and i don't think i've ever told you
but you remind me of myself.