Broadband Connection

I knew her name And her email address And I knew she was a poet But that was all I guess From her writing I divined a little more She was clearly a Christian And seemed to be an optimist But I learned little more than this Her profile only told me her age And that we were from the same country However I thought I should contact her I don’t really know why I don’t make a habit of it It’s not in my nature to pry And I’m not one to seek out correspondents I have never foisted my self I’ve never been a joiner of things Or active looked for acquaintance However I felt almost compelled No I actually felt compelled There was something you see In her writing I suppose That struck a chord in me A kindred spirit possibly Maybe we saw through the same eyes Or shared the same moral compass Or both like apple pies I don’t know what it was A connection of some kind On some obscure level I should say quite clearly There was no romantic motive I’m wasn’t looking for a lover That ship sailed long ago Nor did I need a companion So what prompted it, I don’t know That aside I then faced the problem Of what I should say to her I couldn’t say I felt compelled Or I felt there was a connection She would have thought me mad But while I struggled to find the words A message popped into my inbox And it was from her, I opened it instantly Read the first line and smiled “I hope you don’t mind me contacting you I’m not sure what prompted me to write” Isn’t life strange?