Ways Unknown

I will communicate in ways unknown, slipping references inside spaces that you never even knew existed making sure that you understand that You. Missed. This. chance to be with someone so clever someone so thoughtful someone so quick; someone with wit someone who could grab from the air things that were barely there but that call out to her in the evening hours when the day is drawing to a close and she thinks about who she knows and where she’s been and who you’re not and whether or not you’re seeing what I’m seeing. Are you seeing what I’m seeing? I will communicate in ways unknown, ways unseen to most but obvious to me Obvious to you....except. When you left, the obvious left, too. Do you get what I’m saying? Is it making any sense? I can’t even predict if my thoughts have ends or if I'm in an endless cycle, bowing down to you as I leave petals and hints and words like droplets of dew to a morning of a day that we never even knew - a day that you will never wake to see so all my ways are unknown to all but me.