What If He's Not Dead? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I exist, I am not dead, therefore
I am now on here.
As things change so do I.
I never have been much for social networking.
As much as I use computers, I am always the last to come and the last to leave.
Patience is a virtue not a pipe dream.
I am here in presence, but does that mean I am really here?
The perception of pretense is always open for interpretation.
I'll give you the right to ask, just as I have the right not to answer.
The phone continues to ring but the voice mail is never reached.
I beseech you to please tell me who is it is exactly your trying to get hold of? .
If I know him you'll be the first to know.