The Death of a Cyber Friend

Trouble was all it was.
Trouble.
The very blood flowing through your veins; trouble.
The very blood flowing through your veins; ice.
Hot ice. Enough to make me feel like it was real.

Hours of words in chat.
Not the useless crap we discuss with the people we think we know.
Real words. Real feelings.
Real enthusiasm. Truth.

Then time zones would slice our time
schedules would clash and sleep would become us.

If that was your real name, I miss that person.
The reality that I lost someone I never knew pains me,
but much less than the rea;ity that I feel it
Everyday when I log in to see your chat box say offline.

Where are you?
Are you dead? Please don't be dead.