He and she and we and us and them and you and all of them over there and here and the ones left out and the ones leaving out and the lonely and the secretly lonely and the ones who will come to know loneliness and the blessed people who turn off the lights at school and leave to turn on a light somewhere else....I wish I could take care of them all and hold them to me forever and just hear them breathing. I wish I could hold you so still that I could hear the blood from your hands flowing up somewhere towards the cranium and that when it passes by your heart you might feel a little tug. And I hope it'll be you missing me and your body trying to leave its impression on mine and your fingers memorizing the curve of my smile and how your hands leave a trail of goosebumps across my stomach. And I hope that you'll feel peaceful and smile. Never close your dreamer's eyes.