To whom this piece is dedicated, you know that this is dedicated to you.

You say,

now that we are on opposite side of the Earth,

we get to play with the clock hands,

like they do in Interstellar.

You know that I am behind you,

by 13 hours, precisely.

I won't go closer,

to spook you,

nor go slower,

that I lose sight of you.

But I might dug up a tunnel,

as I always wanted to,

all the way through the crust,

the mantle,

and the Cor cordium.

A Lover is lost when

you wish that your laundry smells not like cedar,

or orange,

or lavender,

but some scent in your head

which you cannot describe.

and when you build fences

to protect certain places

not against anybody but yourself,

from entering them barehanded.

and when there exist some dates

that you dare not cross out on your calendar.

as well as some music tapes

that you bought yet never played on the player.

Today is one of those days,

Jingle Bells is one of those songs.

Or should I say,

it should be Happy Birthday?