I have been told that an unheard voice
canít touch the heart.
I have been told that a distance hand
can not be held.
Iíve been told that friendships canít be
forge from across the miles.
Iíve been told that what happens online
is not real.
But the laughter that was born from our
conversations came from my lips.
It was real, not pretend.
The letters and cards that came offered
a measure of who you were.
That was not imagined.
The tears that now fallÖ
an unfeigned measure of my distress
The friend I found in you wasnít a
part of a fantasy;
You shared my day
sometimes making me laugh
at other times driving me to distraction.
So many small things I will always
You were someone who lived in my
mind and heart.
If its not real
then why does it hurt so bad?
You will be missed, Steve.
In my life and in my day
But mostly, from my heart.
In memory of
Stephen G Christianson
Jan. 21, 1963 - Jan 20, 2005