Dear You.

Pillow Pricks at the neck again tonight,
That’s how Imagine you trying to sleep,
I’ve never seen it before, and you’re not the only to pull it off.
Perhaps even the one to teach it in your shy ways.
Very Tall and incredibly known to blend in somehow. That’s why I love you.
I’m never inconvenienced running into you. It used to be heinously with whatever magazine copy I was writing about and bitching to you on the cellphone about and id wake up with the receiver of the phone on my ear and your arms around my waist with your cellphone balancing on my hip and can only wonder why you’d stick around for a long jumpstreet where I had some actual growing up to do, the one we feared the most. When you did yours and I was your foster mom for a mere 3 weeks until you were 6 ft 2 again and we pulled the plug on the program and it taught you much as you waited on me for about 27 really with the coma. And here we are, with a blind woman through a keyboard again. How we’ve known each other all they time and probably like 98% of it.
At least the lights clicked on and your face was the first I ever saw. You made history! And I keep telling that story because I love to tell it.
Your warmest Hugs,
Indeed.