Constellations Of The Mind

Dear Jamie

Dear Jamie,

You are my best friend.

You have never really asked of me a letter to send.

But, for you, I will write a letter.

I am not really sure if you should receive less or better.

An oddly beautiful character like yours seems to be rare.

Because I found that you were with me, here, while most others I knew were away, there.

Thank you.

You're very lovely, it is true.

Maybe, my poems are a bit tacky.

But I know that you like things to be a little wacky.

I love your smile, Jamie.

Even if you do not.

I love your eyes, Jamie.

Even if you do not.

I love how cruel you can be, Jamie.

Even if you do not; even if it is vacuous of me.

You seem to say that you do not care about a lot of things.

The things that you do care about must be irrefutably magnificent.

Because that is what you are, Jamie: magnificent.

I am almost as enamored by your pattern of thought as I am enamored by what you think of.

I adore your ethics.

I know, at times, I can be negative.

I know that I can be cold.

I know that I can be very self absorbed.

And I am sorry.

And I know that you do not judge me because of these vexatious things.

And I am thankful for that.

If there is one thing I know,

One thing I must show,

One thing that is true,

One thing I ought to say much more than I do:

I love you.

You, for whatever reason that may stand, remind me of the color grey.

I appreciate a bit of grey.

Just as I appreciate you.

Dear Jamie,

You are my best friend.

I hope you know that.