A une passante -- a different take

the deluge from the information superhighway was drowning me.
part first, part middle in name, followed by the curves of three,
a woman was online, bringing a glimmer of hope
to my heart, but alas with her status set to away;

stately and graceful, she was a southern belle.
nervous in the glow, i basked
from her lamp, a statuesque beauty,
the romance that enthralls and the pleasure that kills.

i left to play disc... then an instant message! fleeting beauty
by whose conversation i might be suddenly lifted,
shall i be fated to never talk to you again?

elsewhere, far far away from here! too late! perhaps never!
for i know not why you signed off, nor know you when i shall be on,
oh you whom i would have loved to talk to, oh you who knew it!