did i ever know my words were sent to you?

T Y P E W R I T E R

the greatest news: a typewriter rests within my Leadership classroom and i can use it at my leisure.

the worst news: modern technology has ensured that mistakes can be erased at a touch of a key which has backlashed with the result of many, many errors

yesterday i wrote:

i have a word or two that i would like to

share with you. it might come easy for

me to stare at you and to listen to the

way you breath and sigh. i bet you can

imagine what your eyeswill never see

and what isgoing to come you way soon.

i'm not really struggling for anything

here eventhough i have spent an hour

just hitting these keys to tell you

that i have something to say, even

thogh i am already saying more than

iintended to ever say to you.

you.

you.

you.

i can hit those keys perfectly because

i have spent my lie of a life writing

to you.

there i go again.

did i ever know it was you that my

words werebeing sent outto. did i ever

mean for all my days to lead up

to this letter righthere?

only the ghosts will know.

they are the ones who would hear my cries

into the lonley shadows that followed

mealongthe side walks at night,when i

looked forthe stars among the clouds.

i made afriend with the moon,who i knew

couldunderstand what i was saying

as i jumped over crack, after crack.

the moon is only bright one time a month,

for therest sheis over thrown by the sun

who determines her each night by how she f

eels. we have a fathomed understanding, th

the moon and i.

look, i just want you to be my sun. iwant

you to lightme up, but never leave my side

we;ll share the space together,we willneve

r run away from the other.

justbefair to me,et let me be a new moon

eachand every night that i stand inthe sky.