Hooting Owl

An owl just started hooting as I started this missed connection. It’s saying, “be wise.” Apparently I have no wisdom when it comes to you because you are my magic feel. Yes, magical feelings I don about you. It makes no sense at all on this
plane called TIME. We’re outliers, you and I. I’m sure we could find some function that would allow our love to exist beyond a two dimensional graph. I miss you all the time. I’m sorry I pushed you away. My general distrust of males made me do it. I write here in the aftermath because you are my lovesong. Perfect, unending, and crescendo. Don’t be my dissonance…