Dear Bones,

If you're reading this, you know this is for you. It's all for you.

I'm sending this message into the inky vastness of the internet, and maybe by some spark of light -or fate- it will reach your corner of the world.

Every day, something happens that I want to share with you. A sip of sweet huckleberry reminds me of that day we spent cuddled in woolen socks and unspoken love. When I drive past The Bank I drift into the smoky reverie of owl song and nervous touches. And if I listen to Ben, he sings of you.

Our melody didn't need mixing; just a duet. One we never got to sing. But I still hear it often, usually in my dreams.

I have another message for you, if you choose to search for it, if you even want to see it.

Just go where the music started, and follow it to the very end.