a love letter to he who must not be named

Do I thank you for what already hides so quietly within me?

Yes.

Not for it being there,

for that came in young mornings when the moon hung like a nickel in the sky;

and in afternoons spent chasing strange echoes over a knife-edge horizon;

but for the finding? Of course.

For you reminded me of the moonlight that lingers on bright street corners;

and when you heard the horizon calling, you offered me a hand to climb over;

There are never enough thanks for that,

for you have given me back everything I had lost.

#childhood, #imagination, #love, #friendship, #lost