What

What? What can you do, from here to there? I can send my thoughts to you. I can speak your name out loud, and tell the moon to relay the message. I can recite poetry..., I write with my own hand. No one else will see it, but it does not make it less important. I could sing, your praises, your assets, your dreams, and your ambitions, they all interest me, and take me to better places, I dared only imagine, in my wildest thoughts. If I hear you not, and you never call my name again... if I am truly alone? I will remember, and that will do... it will be enough, until you... return. A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster