outstairs

i'll be coming to you now, in pops and waves. in your dreams of the ocean. i will silently fall around the sand. your voice today quieted my fears and in some simple little way, this is me saying thank you. i hope you're taking me with you somewhere in your head, remembering me, missing me.

i'm still asking you to tell me everything. and i hope you're still planning to.

my blood is not on your hands.

and my wounds are begining to heal.

...for _ _ _.