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

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

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

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

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

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds