Angel of the Interwebs

This stranger watches over me...
We've never met, and I
couldn't pin a favorite color
or what kind of socks
make his toes feel warm.
I couldn't say,
or feebly attempt to guess
what slacks make him
feel the best
or how he takes his tea.
Hell, maybe he's a she,
or she's a he, don't matter...
he looks out for me.
Or at least in my imagination.
A kind soul that cares
from two thousand
miles away.
As I stare at the screen,
the "are you okay"s
and the "lovely day"s
and imaginary smile
envisioned inside my head
make me feel, well,
not dead.
I'm on the right side
of the daisies and even if
my proximal friends
never check in on me,
there he or she will be.
Oh, technology and the many
Angels of the interwebs.