Not you, either.

To sift between the sparkle in his eye and the
position it puts my insides in is an unimaginably
daunting task that I care not to tend to now.

Rather, can I think about the sparkle getting
louder when certain things happen at certain times
in just such a way that it has a circular affect?
Not that I'm asking for permission.
So I will think about it, thank you very much.

But I want so much of what I do not, cannot have.
And I want so much of what I can and do have.
That I don't know what to do with the happy
in my heart. I shall try to give it to you. And you.

Even though you don't deserve it. But then!:
I didn't deserve it
in the first place!

No,
no one deserves anything.

Of that, I am certain.

And I am certainly some one.