to touch your hand
would take me years
to reach in reality;
not so
when i can try
to touch your heart
with all these letters
that i'm writing to you.
will you remember me by then?
from short notes
thought up on random moments,
to long essays
that take me months to compose
—funny how i'm nowhere
near to being composed
whenever i write for and about you.
but have you heard of the fact
that the unfamiliar faces in your dreams
are faces of people you've seen in reality?
at the very least, i know
i've entered your bloodstream
the moment your eyes
settled on my words, on me.
you might not be able
to remember my words
nor will you remember me
because of them;
however i now realize
i will be able to touch you
even if it's just in my writing
and in your subconscious dreaming.
yes, we'll remember each other this way.
For, to, and about Kira
and the way she loves
and writes for Brian/YoungK of Day6.
I love every bit of what she has written
and shown to public, and I hope she writes more!
It would take
parallel worlds
of writing and dreaming
if one were to remember you
for your words
instead of your face, voice, or hands.
Because, I believe, that's when you'll know
you are engraved in their existence.
And writers are remembered for their words, after all.
Keep writing, Kira.
You will touch him and he will remember you.
(j.m.)
