I would love to write your name one thousand times over
just so I could read it twice as many.
I wish I knew the letters involved because I would sign them with
Love Amanda
Love Amanda
Love Amanda.
But I don't.
I don't know who you are or the way to spell your name.
I am not familiar with the way your eyebrows scrunch at me when I tell a joke.
And most importantly, I don't yet know the sound of your voice breathing into my ear.
But I know when I find you hesitation will be unlocked by your touch.
And I will feel more real than I ever did.
Our minds will explode together into oblivion
and nothing will be missing but the fragments of our skulls.
Nothing we need.
I thought I had you once, twice.
But M's and K's are not the beginning to any alphabet and mine no longer includes them.
Twenty four letters only.
And when I find them I will spend my mornings signing them with
Love Amanda, forever.















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Those of us without rhythm have far too much on our minds.
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When It Rains It Pours
Tell me why it's good.
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