She sent a letter to me
weeks ago.

She sent me a package,
with a pin of companionship
in a yellow envelope
that I took greedily,
starved and snarling for hearts.

I was to throw it away
before a weight in its bottom
stopped me— a card
I didn’t realize was there.

Hey Mel,
Make sure to take good care of yourself, please don’t go, because god I love you, and yet I can’t speak because my companionship blooms in my throat like roses with poisoned thorns, and each time I cough I give you a petal red with blood, you are an amazing person who deserves to be loved and I hope that Type O is your love language too.

I look forward to seeing you in person please I am as starved as you are and I wish to love you and I wish for love, to the point where my identity is lost in the fog of my mind that screeches in my head each night like a radio on the ledge of a tuned channel, and you are the one I can vent to and talk to, so let me actually touch you and love you!

Have Some Blue.