Tangi

xvii

Today is the World's Poetry Day, and I want to dedicate one to you.  However, the moment I hold my pen and hover over the pages of my notebook, I cannot think of something. 

Not because my mind is empty,  but because my heart is too full. How do I find the right words when all I want to say is 'thank you'? 

Thank you for being here, for staying even when silence stretches too long, for listening to my endless rants, for holding my stories as if they matter. 

I try to write verses, but all I can think of is how you never turn away, how you understand even when I make no sense, how, despite all my lapses, you choose to stay. 

Maybe this isn’t poetry, but if poetry is honesty,   then this is the most honest thing I could write I don’t need metaphors to tell you that I’m grateful you exist.