Wherefore

I write to you, though I know you not. I write to you, though we have never met.

Much like a prayer, I cast my words with a thin hope born of a desperate need.

Much like god, you do not exist.

Why does the absence of that which was never present cause such pain?

It's not like I know what I'm missing.

Still, I'll write to you. I don't know what else to do.