I sent you my heart

in a little folded packet of words, traveling across the country at a speed unimaginable even to the daylight dreamer. What did you do when you received it, which I know you did? Did you carefully unfold each little crease and crinkle, knowing that hidden in the wrinkles was my love? Or did you, so eager to see the message inside, ignore the packaging and focus only on the darkness of the words themselves without understanding what lay behind and beneath and between the lines? Certainly in the darkest of times we need the brightest of lights to guide our ways, or even a hint or memory of these lights of love. So I sent my light to you to help me with each turn on this teetering walkway crumbling beneath and behind and between my steps, but if you don't shine it back to me, I will be lost. I sent you my heart; I need it back.