Letters That Maybe On Rhyme

Kai

Kai, my gentle boy,

I would love to seek every page of you.

You are the ocean, deep, blue, and calm.

You are the gentle waves... the warm waters... and the surface golds.

The mini-debates were unbeatable.

The gazes across the room were unforgettable.

And without a doubt, the small conversation was endearing.

My whispers through the night would be your new sun.

And I would gladly be a witness but rather stay silently loud and proud behind the crowd.

Kai?

Hmm?

I adore you. Your presence makes me incandescently happy.
I want to keep listening to your stories, even on replay because you are an old man who always forgets. I love to read my books while you play chess on your phone.
I admire how you talk in front of the class, especially in debates despite your trembling you seem to be always calm.
I appreciate how you give seconds to think about how to respond, but also straightforward and honest. And lastly, you are a gentleman. A man who knows his manners. His tone. His attitude. And his responsibilities.

I want to keep you.

Nothing. I smiled.

Nothing at all.