I don't know you- but if I could I would hold  onto every moment like how you hold onto your pencil when you write.
There is something  in your words that create an ever repeating echo in my heart... oh I wish I knew you, I wish I knew.
You don't know me, but maybe you've read words that I've typed and they have washed upon your soul, on your mind.

I feel like I've glimpsed into some secrete hollow of your life.
As if stumbling onto your poem was meant to occur.. but I'll stay on the edge of my seat and only know you though my reads.

That's all that can happen- that's all that can be- for a poets mind, heart,
and soul are dark
                         and deep.