Dear Jenn, it is 10:37pm.
Where are you? I’m right here,
think of me.
It’s lonely here. And still.
And empty. Dear Jenn,
I hope your evening was beautiful.
Sunday night is much too long
for lonely and still and empty.
Sitting here I dreamed we were
sitting quiet by a lake. Dear Jenn,
it is 10:48pm. I love you.