dear so and so,

i've called your name so many times it seems my mouth was born with the syllables on my tongue.
that night so long ago. me stuck in a hotel room with no way of reaching you.
i used you as a refuge when gnashing teeth shook me to the core.
i still seek your warmth even now.
that night i mistook your name for a prayer. and took your arms as my refuge.

there are times when gratitude isn't enough.

[submitted 02/04/04]