A LETTER THAT I NEVER

GOT TO WRITE

A letter, an epistle,

a small bullet that

I shot from a pistol.

A letter, an epistle

For a girl who finds herself alone...

                                     alone?

What nonsense.

                           stay away from

          my world...

since there is no shelter

in my heart because you are alone and

on the way grab on

to the Latin fatum

but if not to fate... to luck,

to the future, to destiny.

You have to go through life

cautiously or else

you will not have a chance.

                                   Carlos Chatham     June 1st, 2003

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