Smokey Is His Name

He wasn't actually talking to me. He was talking to the girl behind me. 
All the while I thought it was me. 
For she is me and I am she. 
We share the body but that is all. 
She is the owner of this system. Not me. 
She's still a child. 
I cannot see her but I know she's there, now. 
I cannot hear her but he can. 
He can see her. 
He knows what she needs. 
He can help her grow. 
He can help her come out of the dark where she hides away. 
He can make her laugh. 
He can hear her sing her song. 
She can hear him now. 
She's no longer alone in the dark corner of her world. 
She's got a friend 
Smokey is his name.