There’s got to be a way
to get a message through
to express to you
how I’ve been remembering you.

There’s no direct communication.
I don’t have a number
and I’ve blacked out your address
not that I could stop by
anymore.

All that I can think of
is a Blair Witch Signal
fingers to temples
reaching out to the ether
and hoping you’ll find my words there
waiting for you
saying what
I can no longer.

Hear me.