Box Man

I keep you in a little box,
I know you must be real.
I do believe in several things
I can not see or feel.

You talk to me so often,
I know that you can speak.
You are quite provocative
my interest clearly piqued.

I like the name you call me
when you show up to play.
It gives me quite a shiver
when you call me "Hey".

I'm sure you wish to share.
Somethings on your mind.
Or, are you simply dropping in
to kill a little time?

The night is quickly passing.
I'm staring at this square.
I know some one's on the other side,
I simply don't know where.

I type and type, then I wait,
no words are coming back.
So then I start imagining.
In this I do not lack.

Are you sleeping peacefully?
Are you making flan?
Will you be coming back real soon?
What is going on?

I think you may be dancing.
It must be something good!
You've been gone for oh so long,
are you hammering some wood?

Are you curled up with a saucy book?
Are you making Ham on Rye?
Why does it take so long for me
to receive a good reply?

Did the doorbell ring? An email come?
I'm stumped. I do not know.
I'm sitting here in mystery.
Where did my box man go?