You don't know

 who I am,

  or what this poem means.

  you don't know

 when I wrote it,

or what I thought as I did.

you may have assumptions,

maybe I'm lonely and bored,

maybe I'm a hunched weirdo behind 

a computer keyboard,

maybe I'm beautiful and crying.

but I am.

I am alive.

I have seen,

and said,

I have went,

and I have stayed,

and I have left

and waved and

never come back again.

I have remembered and

forgotten,

and you will never

know how

or why,

or what the sky looks

like to me

as I type this

in to the littel box,

or hit the "submit" button,

or what even compelled me

to write this in the first place.

maybe you don't care,

but thats okay.

becouse maybe it should be that

way.

but what I want

you to know,

is that I AM.

and I hope that I will be

for a long time to come.

and when I am gone,

I hope I still exist in

a memory or two.

becouse, in the end, that is

all I am.