I’ve been trying to find courage — in Thursday’s mail, sometimes in the sea of awfully familiar strangers where I hope to see you, in my bizarre thoughts where your face usually appears, or in the alphabet as I trace the letters from A-Z but it all boils down to _.
Just so you know, there’s that conversation I’ve been meaning to make — there’s that story I’ve been meaning to tell.
You can find it online. Make use of Google, utilize all possible keywords that would match. But you’ll never hear it half as good as it is intended to be told.
But I’ve been trying. Really, really trying.