Texts I Never Sent.

‪When you hear the blue jays singing close to midnight won’t you think of me? In the thick of nostalgia somewhere halfway between your deepest desires and a quarter past 11, you start to feel a tugging at your heart. Hearing a call you cannot deny yet somehow are unable to answer. It all sinks into you. Suddenly seeing into a darkness which tunnels you right into my lap; your walk sings to me in its pace. I carve out a special place in my heart for the beating of yours and this is all to formulate language, saying: I am grateful to know you. I gladly follow the beat of your drum … do you hear how melodic we sound? How we sway and drip with hymns from our fingertips? Do you see how we are the color Gold, bottled up in flesh? There is no likeness like you and this makes me like you. There … I said it. I like you. ‬