Recently, some guy had contacted me and told me about a notebook he had found in a hope chest that he had got from the oreighlys. Inside the cover he had wrote, "now that im gone, please pass this notebook on to Amy Thompson (included adddress and phone number) so this guy went through the trouble of finding me, even though i had moved to a different house.Anyway, when i opened up the book to read, i was stunned to see his handwritting i missed so much. i read through it, and found out so many things i wished i would have known back then. its to late now to do anything. well im not going to go into the details of the notebook, but inside was a spacific poem that stunned me, and im not totally sure what he means by it. but if anyone has any idea on what hes trying to say...then email me at.. amy_smiler@yahoo.com


Unmelted

Shelter apon dreams,
Dreams that shatter,
Edging towards adrift.
Memories I halted,
But were never faulted.
Misery and edge,
Gone to an end.
Flakes of sorrow,
Never Hollow.
Dreams of us,
Will never follow.
Away from the pain,
we both...
...
Shed away.