who would ever know who i am here if someone should ever find these words not even i can find when i search? i am annonumous and who will find me when i am gone just some random reader who never knew me? the areal views from planes to cemeteries below on grounds where such saddness has been and such carefree times where know fake flowers fade in mounds discarded along nowhere state roads returning to dirt has the gravel and pavement deteriorate at about the intersection where you could pass by a church that is no longer standing besides rows of tombstones of people that few people know. i remeber you though from times when light would shine from gymnasim type garage doors to lighten door swimming pools full of children playing. i remeber the way the refraction would bend rays of light across the fluid in all angles in summertimes hopes of tommorrows never ending. where now oh long ago friend it seems that we had said good bye only a matter of time a few years atmost 1998 it was. now it is this horrible year of your lord two thousand and four. the days are ending faster knowing that now is passing into such a no longer distant future. i know where to find the passion i had lost but to what ends to find do i owe this til life is expressed in its chance to be, changing clothes to face the days i am sorry you greet me in such a time or recollected sorrow. i know this feeling from before and it feels like i am young again. to accustom to friends sorrows and some of them with shorter years than i have already said fond farewells with tears for unborn children and themselves maybe to not see next years birth days. there is so little i could say now or ever when i wish these words could touch some how a spark to change this course, i am left here wondering who will ever know who i am if these words they should ever find like i wonder who these ones were here unmarked with a name that now only those who are now gone would remeber for i cannot know who these unmarked graves belong to even though they are apart of my past these sundays are long in flowing garments as dresses tip and turvey about the fancies of my face and memmory. how much i loved you and you made me realize i could love, but now i am walking through halls alone in the crowds of people so happy laughing and joking when its hard for me to feign a smile knowing i am now without what we once were to each other, here i can look no longer at this