Inside my head there is a letter waiting to be sent to you
Droll
Witty
Urbane
Slightly flirtatious
But it is trapped inside a body that has had precious little rest since, since, well, since as long as I can remember and in my present state, I can’t remember much.

I do remember something
Sitting on the floor with you inventorying kit; making up ridiculous acronyms for the model numbers:
“AIS”
“Always Isolate Seahorses”
“AF”
“Androgynous Flyboys”
Giggling wickedly.

You did see me in San Francisco
You brought your boyfriend
Didn’t you meet him at AA?
I was working at a college and was dead broke
We all had coffee on Union St.
You and I held hands behind his back
And hugged for a bit too long when we said goodbye
So you see, San Francisco reminds me of you too

Midnight in London and the wind is rattling naked branches
I am trying to type one more coherent line, one more word, a letter even
Something
Anything
But the toothpicks that are propping my eyelids open are bending a bit too much for safety
And I keep hitting the wrong keys
But if staying awake is awfully hard
Not writing to you is harder

Here & Gone