Who Am I Writing For?

This question has always intrigued me, ever since it was first offered to me as a ten minute writing prompt by my teacher, Mrs. Mary Malloy (who accompanied me throughout my three years of Creative Writing), in my third year of Creative Writing. Our prompt was to write a poem to the person that we felt we were writing to; I wrote a poem to an anonymous reader who I believed would change after every event in their life. Basically in this statement I am saying that I am writing to everyone and understand that they very well may not be the same after reading my work.

Oh and by the way, here is my poem that I wrote for the prompt last year (in its unedited version).

Lost

I remember the last footsteps you took,
compared to me a shrinking frame;
and I realize that as your silhouette comes
back into focus, it won’t be the same again.
Your lips are still smooth but with small lines
hinting at cheapness I never saw and dimples
not in the same position. Feelings are different
when you look in my eyes, eyebrows staying
straight and sparkle remaining vacant. I
remember your hair in the same style but now
untouchable, much like your skin now tanner
by a rising spring. I know your image did not
rise the same, and it leads me to think of
someone with an unexplored face so I may
only remember the blue of his eyes and curls.

© McKenzie Lynn Sanders, 13 April 2007.