To the four that may or may not see
the words, read the whole texts; digest my
poems. Where are you?
I really hope your lives are swell,
that you've found happiness,
and no longer feel the need to write.

If I was to drive away now, and find
my own inside the world, what
would I look like in ten years? Twenty?
I'm curious to see what I would become.
But then what if I stayed? Would I finally meet
the world, or will I lose out as she walks away?

What if she died in 2003?

Where would the heartsick go to find peace if
their soulmate's had died years before they had a chance
to meet? We'll surely be alone forever, but not used to the thought.
Will we fall to heaven when we discover them so far below the dirt? Or no, if Hell is up instead of down, and Heaven lapses under the Earth; where do the feeble go if they are afraid of church

I can neither jump off the edge, nor summon the courage to climb the ladder.