When the last days approach and my pen and paper are too far for me to reach I will whisper the words and pray.
Pray that the wind will carry them to your ears.
And even then if I fail. You will know.
You will know after reading this that I would have tried.
And you will know exactly what I would have said.
And when that day eventually comes, you will perk up your ears and listen to the wind.
And I will be thinking.
Will my words find you?