he has given my heart words that my brain cannot decipher
synapses fire in desperation
but my fingers do not will a pen to write them
no keys exists in this world to type them
they appear like a morning fog evaporated by sunlight or cling frozen to trees and fences in the winter cold
too quick the change to notice but only for a moment
then vanish to safekeeping, locked away
even I still search for that key