Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time