Don't Drink Bees

Faceless,
Can I call you friend
Mailing text across the lines
Voiceless,
Can you hear my pain
Sense the nuances in my words
Are we personas
Going through the motions
When no one can see
Past text on the screen
Is anything real in cyberspace
A creation of our minds
Abstract and empty
Lonely keyboard touch
If I died
Would you cry
Never having seen my face