At Least There's Email

Young love rent apart,

College being this storm's hail.

Such long distance's for romance;

At least they still have email.

"Babe, I'll be home soon,"

The instant messenger chimed.

"Things'll be fine. You'll see,

Like we haven't lost any time."

ForestSeraph wiped away her tears

And put her fingers to the test.

"I pray you're right, sweet love,

that all is for the best."

"It is, I promise."

But AnalogHeretic had his doubts.

"So tell me, Kate,

What's this I hear about?".

"Oh that! It's nothing!

Just someone's story

about my so-called "escapades"

to fill you up with jealousy."

". . ." AnalogHeretic replied,

his fingers wavering above the keys.

"I guess we're both scared

and crazy from our worries."

"Baby," ForestSeraph crooned,

"No one could replace you in any way.

I think about the same all the time,

about how some girl could steal you away."

"You're right, as always.

I need to keep telling myself seven . . ."

AnalogHeretic took a pause.

"But what'll we do 'til then?"

"We'll miss each other desperately;

Time will move like a snail.

But look on the bright side, sweetie;

At least we have email."