Those were

the two

 deepest

 byes

I ever

 heard

we practically

 barked.

Thanks for

the photograph

you sent,

one on

the phone.

I will

only say

mist for

 sweat

trees for

the limbs,

leaning at

a rest stop,

 wanting

to hold

 you

 from

here.  The

 magnificent

waste of

us: hot

 little

ship, plunging

to the

 bottom

of the

 sea.