We have spoken — kind of. But this isn’t like some missed connection where I saw you at a gas station, and we notably exchanged glances at a specific time of the week I can recall. Because you’ve rested heavy on my mind as such a low-key constant that I can’t recall when I first or last met you. Just know we have. Though, I doubt you’ll ever see this, and if you or someone you knew did, I doubt there’s a proverbial line between us that stood a chance of being connected. Nothing’s really been missed here. Still, I feel like somehow if I can get this out there, it’ll be easier to sleep at night telling other people you’re a guy to make a girl’s heart ache. Now, it aches a little less, and tomorrow, this feeling will grow even duller. Continue reading To a Stranger — w4m (Port Huron)

Driving around in an old car you fill with instruments and bags for wherever you go to make music real. Though I don’t know what you drive. I hear you go to Chicago a lot; I read that you travel around the state a lot, too. I know too much without words, but also nothing. Continue reading As if a Phantom Caress’d Me — w4m (Port Huron)