You are familiar


Faces that have become familiar.
With names claimed as friends.
We have never met, never spoken.
Yet I miss you when you are silent.

A few of you at first popped in.
Your encouragement I treasured.
A smile lit up my face each time.
I saw your name in the queue.

Some, like me are faceless.
An icon used as replacement.
I am cautious, I am shy.
But you know me, I’m certain.

I wait for your sharing.
Be it a poem, photo or story.
Each one unique, not a copy.
Bits of life written firmly.

If I had known you before.
I would have called you my pen pal.
A correspondence by airmail.
Would have taken weeks for a reply.

What are we to each other?
You are so familiar, yet distance.
I recognise you, yet I don’t.
We connect, we share, I know you.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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