`I look in your doe round eyesand see the lad I once wasbroad of shoulder and ready smilein the mirror I see a wiry framethat I could only barely reco..
`I know what it's like to write and to not be read -It's much like to speak out and not be heard.And then there is being read but not gotten back toIt..
`i hate it that i missedhaving to speak to you beforethe day had endedi hate it that i missedspoken softly in my earour surging voices blendedi hate t..