this is not a poem
but my heart hurts so much
and I'm not sure what to do

I love you
Through tear tired eyes
Into sweet dreams.

I am nothing without this thing called spell check
I have nothing on many of yours education
and many of yours upbringing
and I envy most of your elegance
but I will continue to speak from my heart
hoping you hear me, and hoping you do the same

sea grey and hard
concrete craves
the whole world
and every word in it