Dearest Jillie,
Some times I feel there is a hole inside of me: an emptiness that at times seems to burn.
I think that if you lifted my heart to your ear you could probably hear the ocean.
In the moon tonight there is a circle around it: a sign of trouble not far behind.
I have this dream of being whole; not going to sleep each night wanting but still
sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing I dream of a love that even
time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen.
... I don't know, maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but there
is no man Jillie, only that moon.
