To Who It May Be

By Jaelin Warren

You may never get this, but I love you. I know we don’t speak too much since you left, but I  think about you often. I wake up thinking I’m beside you, only to realize that my cue is over.  Now it’s time for reality. A part of me wishes that dream was real. Hardly getting through  the day without thinking of us. Without thinking what could be! Understanding the inner  me, I find that you make up a large part of my soul. It’s all funny because it didn’t take you  too long to go, leaving it wounded and battered. The hourglass shatters as time loses its  meaning. What you see now will probably be lost. Whoever finds this. To who it may be. I  hope you find yourself.

About the Author

Jaelin Warren, Virginia State University

Jaelin Warren is a Sophomore at Virginia State University. Born in Henrico Virginia. His aspirations are to have his writings reach those who are still searching for themselves.