Zapped by love here on AP
and foundering in its endless sea
he crawled to her door, a wretched wreck
love-tattered and torn from toes to neck-
she opened it wide to hear his plea.
Only a fool would have done what she did-
to a perfect stranger and hear his outpour!
His unreal situation and misery
that he created for himself and most likely for thee-
to understand it was indeed a terrible chore!
Not only did she stay and suffer thus
she has yet to close her open door.
Many things about her remain a mystery
in her distant land across the sea,
her continued friendship he marvels at, and adores.
In this simple poem he sends her love
it is the meaning of this friendship, for 'he' is me!
If she ever asks, I’d tell her so,
and I'd mean it more than she'll ever know.
That is what our friendship means to me!
Another day arrives, I log on to AP.
Whose name do I look for, whose name do I see?
A name that transforms my page into a home
from one who can cook and keep a house neat and clean
even from across the distant sea...
my page turns cold, I feel alone
when her name I miss, and I'll confess this-
my heart
is a pool of emptiness
when she's not here on Allpoetry.
Adding your comment:
your doting AP daughter 
this is sooo freaking superb and its as if youre peeling away layers of yourself in this write....
i can't wait for the next free gold membership
so one day if I ever get that high on the map, I'll surely try to visit her 
