To Whom It May Concern

Memories are said to fade
I believe memories fade and desires change
Have you ever commited grief?
I have and I grieve daily
Nobody gets it sur
Ma'am, would you provide me a moment of your life?
Of course, this existing as an understatement

Speak freely my loves and purified
Your heart is not a sin
Only your hands grasp and slide knives through the valleys of broken skin

I love her
Although her existence hesitates
With her whereabouts unknown
I pray
Not with clasped hands do I flaw myself
But with nicotine in my blood and heroine in my veins

If I see her, I might collapse in fear
Perhaps lose my voice in excitement
Or, we have met eyes
And our souls were too far away from our bodies to encourage awknowledgement
To experience love
The one sole emotion of nothing but care for an individual
This is my new desire

Numb the pain and await her arrival
Patience brings fulfillment
Just be sure to outlive patience