Dear Stranger,
It’s been a while since we’ve talked.
I know the days keep coming
like the dam broke
and I’ve used all my fingers
to try to stop it.
We’ve got time wading
around our ankles.
How have you been these days?
I think of you when the moon
is round and full;
how so few things can escape
from being touched by it.
Whether you’d like to admit it or not,
you’re like that, too.
So far away and knowing.
So quiet and glowing.
I know, at some point,
I will have to end these ramblings,
this self-talk to a stranger,
but it won’t be today.
I will keep writing until you know
that you’re never too much,
never unnoticed,
never not thought about.
So, ‘til we meet or miss each other again,
Yours.
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