• I read silently.
    Quietly I ignore,
    I ignore the noise.
    I feel your pain.
    I feel your love.
    I understand what you mean.
    I wish you were here,
    To see and meet and converse,
    With you, that would be heaven.
    You inspire the words on my paper,
    But you are dead.
    I can't see you.
    I wish I could.
    At least I have your work,
    Edgar Allen Poe.