Words are written,
Meant for two.
For a writer, a reader,
For me, for you.
But have you ever wondered,
Have you ever heard?
Of a word meant for one?
A lonely word...
A word created,
With no reader in mind.
A word left unknown,
To all of mankind.
Every being on Earth,
Has been designed.
To communicate; navigate,
To call out and to find,
Another lonely word,
Scrawled upon a page.
A word in the margin,
Fading with age.
For a word is destined,
For two to observe.
The writer the reader,
To create and preserve.
Jokes and smiles,
Times long passed.
Fires put out,
Dreams now glassed.
When smoke rises,
Both ash and men fall.
But mere words in the margin,
Can be the start of it all...