I lay down every night wondering,
is this all i will ever get in love?
is this all i will ever receive?
I lay down every night thinking,
With only one thing in my mind.
It starts with a J.
I wonder if he lays down in the same way,
with one initial in mind,
would that initial be E?
or would it be another letter in the alphabet?

q                                                      h         ­                           r

t                                  ­         x
                                                               ­                                                   p

                                            a     ­                                                           
                                                                ­  
z                                                   y
                                                      

i love u
        c                                                      ­                               j
                                ­       m
w                    

                       d                                                                ­        n              
                       b        

          k                                            
                                                                ­                     
                                  f

      ­                     s                                                            g   ­                 
                          

What comes after 'Z'
cannot be expressed
by letters or words.
I'm afraid, it's a bit of
snickersnee.

For they have their say
in our struggles and fears,
in our laughter and tears,
in our sighs and moans,
to deep within our bones.

They're in our very own
heartbeats, great and small,
in that place within us
where some rain must inevitably fall.

Where they came from is no mystery,
but we each tend to use them
in the secret hours
of our private history,

like a trail of breadcrumbs,
like a bridge we jump from,
never mindful,
never loyal,
always on the tip of our tongue,
and there it toils...