Just tell me, Did I do something to you? Your flow of excited letters have stopped, But mine have not. Let me retrace events, To see if any explain, Why you may have refrained, From writing me back. Was it how real my persona was kept? How I wasn’t ashamed to tell you how I felt, Not really about you, But about other issues. No that can’t be it, Because you did that too. Was it when I told you about my Christian status, And how my God was and still is, The most important thing that matters, To me? Impossible because in the spirit realm, We touched and agreed. Was it when I mentioned, That to find a mate wasn’t my intention, Only for this point in time, And that I was more interested in making, Your friendship mine? Can’t be because you said to me, That you understood and it was mutual. Was it when I sent you my picture? Does that explain anything? Should have made you more excited, Cause I just can’t hide it, But I’m black, solid, and fine. Not only do I feel that way, But I hear it all the time. I told you I wasn’t a size 2, And you said that it didn’t matter to you. Confused and bemused, As I sit staring at a screen of blue, Wondering when I’m going to hear a sound, Indicating that ‘I’ve got mail’ and it’s you.