I know your name… It dawns every  morning in my thoughts… but I do not say it aloud, too terrified that the poetry you are with its fragile cat's paw, it'll fall apart somewhere, not where I wait ‧ I know your name… I whisper it daily, enough to not destabilize the chemistry of us… but also, — me to not be somehow incriminated for my mind bears you deeper than the eye can see ‧ I know your name… I know y'know I know a bit extra than some

last night, — at the hour when all the dreams are ripened, i dreamt about you... suddenly, — i realized that one of my flaws is your absence... don't know how, but... my fantasy's muse, hearing me, replied, — right back atcha... Right Back Atcha by Dave Keller