To Whom It May Concern,
The second hand ticks.
The pens scratch the paper.
The teacher's speech is like the background music to a bad movie.
I look up now and pretend that I'm listening,
To make her think that what I'm writing is notes.
She can't see my paper, so she doesn't know,
That what I'm writing is a letter to you.
My letter to you.
My letter that I wrote in Chem class.
While my teacher thought I was taking notes.
I'm not taking notes.
Uncertainty in numbers has no meaning to me.
Actually, it has no meaning to anyone.
Therefore notes about it will not waste my paper.
My paper is meant to hold words of emotion.
Not words of estimation and significant digits.
I want my paper to mean something.
Anything.
To somebody.
Anybody.
The bell just rang.
I still have 45 minutes left of Chemistry.
45 minutes for my paper to mean something to you.
But how?
I could leave words of wisdom like ---
'It's better to ask forgiveness than permission',
Or---
'If you're not the lead dog, the view never changes.'
But that means nothing to me.
So how could it mean something to you?
I could say somehting funny like---
'Eagles may soar, but weasels never get caught in jet engines.'
But it may sound pathetic or like I'm trying too hard to be cute.
But I'm not.
The truth is, I don't know what to say to spark an inspiration in you.
My letter has failed.
My letter to you.
Someday I might try again,
But for now I'll just wait and watch,
Until something that might move you, moves me.
Until we meet again,
Your poet.Labels: To Whom It May Concern |
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