By J.E.D.
Date: 29 August 1997

A Deskchair

Sometimes she wonders
What's the point of it all?

It's all words on a screen
Typed by the fingers of a stranger
Hardware and a deskchair

But he's not a stranger
She feels like she knows him
Not how he looks, or where he lives
But she knows him
His mind
And she loves him

She sits back and reads the screen
Feet up in a deskchair
And wonders if it's worth it

She loves a man she may never see
Never touch
Never hold close to her on a cold winter's walk
Side by side in the sparkling night

And it makes her sad
This hopeless love
Yet also happy

And she sits in her deskchair
Eyes on the screen, hands on the keyboard
And knows she'll break her own heart