If this turns out to be SOMETHING…

Dear love, see:

I don’t know what it takes to be awake in the lonesomeness of the night,

but I do know, for real,

that — one could be wrong, anyway —

the sound of the voice of your innermost feelings is as familiar, to me,

as the size of my ears. When you get this

message, write me back but, I beg your indulgence, keep the later to

Your Self.