There is as strange feeling that has nested here among my ribs
made its place here near to my heart
its voice is sweet but empty
heavy in my ears and sad upon my chest

there is a new word upon my tongue
or perhaps an old one come again
it is strange and cold against my lips
and does not fit so well in my mouth

so I will release it and send it on to you
for I fear that is where it will fly anyway
from my heart, and from my lips
here it is, it is yours
I miss you

AcB 02.13.01