and i wrapped up my heart and sent it to you

there's a song i have on repeat. and you'll never know what it is. just like the whispers you'll never hear, the words your eyes will never see, and the glances your heart will never catch. even when my eyes are fixed on the distance, it's you they're looking for. my heart still hopes though. it's always hoping. and seasons will change and time will take its course, and my heart will still be hoping. and this song will still be playing. and maybe someday the wind will carry its notes, and those notes will find their way to you. then maybe you'll turn your head and your eyes will have that same, yet completely new, look. and my heart, its empty spaces filled, will beat anew and in tune with yours. and those three words will escape our lips, and those lips will touch, and sparks will illuminate the night sky. and then maybe you'll hear that song in its entirety for the first time, the one that was always playing just for you. or maybe these maybe's...may never come to be, and i'll be left standing here, a broken record in my hands, and empty spaces between my fingers, matched only by the empty spaces between the crevices of my heart.