#8

To whom it may concern,

I will not know the passing of the days without you, and I will not know the breeze on your skin. I will not make you laugh louder than the guns or hear you sing a song alone above the crowd. I will not stand beside you in the fight. I will not read words that set the world ablaze, or feel the rain that douses it. I will not say stay or move on. I will not be excoriated and I will not be reassured. I will not praise. I will not condemn. I will not bear the joy. I will not fight the weeping. I will not build a ship with beams of moonlight and sail an ocean of sacred tears to chase April in your eyes. I will not catch your breathing. I will not feel your heart beat or the cannons fire. I will not know the words. I will not know the music. I will not feel the touch of magic, or the stroke of destiny. I will not know how or what or why. When it all goes black as black can go, when I am dead, it will all be as one to me. so I will have to make the difference while I am here.

As Always,

Matthew Cameron