If today was the last day of life as we know it,
I would still be choosing to write to you.

Whatever grace, shift, light, is coming,
I would still be choosing to write to you.

In the off chance that these words will touch you,
I would still be choosing to write to you.

If tomorrow is unrecognizable or completely new,
I would still be choosing to write to you.

Knowing that I may never meet you, or even hear your voice,
I would still be choosing to write to each and every one of you.

When the sky does open someday,
and there is only light,
I will know I took this time,
opened my heart up wide,
*I will know I was still choosing
to write my heart to you.