116/365 Letters 34

Dear Sutherland, 

While we're here, I want you to know that I'm waiting for you.

This may seem strange because I'm practically never still.

Constantly moving in a direction some have described to me as forward,

but there's a bus stop in the pit of my stomach.

I am perpetually sitting

in a waiting room with your name on the list of comatose victims.

I am praying you come to

but afraid if you do you won't remember my name...