Lonely as a Like.
Happy as a Lark.
Sincere as a Symbol.
So bright in the Dark.
It’s the thought that counts.
Gestures now weighed
In equal amounts.
I heart when you're here
On my page with a thumb.
But my calls, straight to voicemail.
I wonder how come.
I see you with all your stuffed animal friends,
Frozen in smiles, happy happy to the end.
This room’s getting cooler, by silver screen light.
But I’ll type you a warm and fuzzy good night.
Where do we go when I turn off the power and
Unplug connections for an endless half hour?
Where are my memories that don’t have a place?
In pretty pink backdrops for a soft, filtered face.
My world, surrounded in flat colored green,
Lets me go for a walk in sunny serene.
So many friends and so much love,
I feel it within and around and above.
This chair is so kind, it swivels and adjusts.
I'm lucky for its’ support, it always shows up.
The warmth of its’ touch, so soft to the skin,
Keeps me cozy and comfy, upheld from within.