this is going nowhere

There are a lot of things I wish to say but I don’t have the means to say them 

Letters form as you scratch my back; 

I feel an S between my shoulder blades 

And a Y at the base of my neck 

And a why can’t I go back to feeling the way I felt before whispers through my ears 

And an I love you through my bones 

When your fingers stop moving your heart starts instead 

No more letters — just that thumping in my head