rebecca, the scraping tongue of night or this rear view mirror

i don't call you back for years. i can't think of any sentences for you. i send cards with words already written on them. i can't think of any sentences for you. i love you more everyday and everyday i feel you shrink some more out there somewhere in nowhere. you have left messages hidden in my face to be found and read on rainy days, lonely days, days when there is no one.

i love you
i love you
i'm so sorry for you
i'm such a terrible son.