No Full Stops

You don't use full stops. You never have. Everything just — ends.

And you do three dots when you're thinking and four when you're annoyed,

and there's a comma you put in the wrong place that I would know anywhere.

Somebody sent me a screenshot with the name cut off, and I said "that's her,"

and they said how, and I couldn't tell them, and I still can't.

It isn't the words. Anybody can do the words.

It's the shape of it.

It's the shape of you in it.

Fifteen characters, and I'd pick you out of a room with the lights off.

That's the nearest thing to being known I've ever had —

somebody who can spot you with your name taken off the top.

And you've got mine as well. You told me once and I pretended not to care.

Apparently I start things with "so." Apparently I always have.

Nobody's ever noticed anything about me before.

Send me anything.

Leave the name off.