melted

for you to bloom

each falling leaf reminds me of you.

we were not the best of friends, nor were we enemies, but our story started and ended as it should have: with a hello and a goodbye.

you were seventeen, so you wrote, sunbeams on your cheeks as you smiled from behind a screen, and i knew, knew that your sunshine could blind stone hearts and make them beat as one.

astounding was the world in your eyes, for you stood above it all as stars do above a hurricane, as you told her it was okay, and i was proud of you.

without truly knowing me, you gave me wisdom beyond my years, reassuring yet energetic, cherry blossoms in your stride as everyone fluttered petals to your feet.

it would take hours to understand how fully incomprehensible you are; not because you are confusing, but you are spring, you are a blooming boy in an abundance of thorns, a plethora of words.

you, a former poet, bring me to tears, bring me solace in a world that needs more sunbeams than shadows, bring me wonder and hope for your future.

i cannot thank you for staying, but thank you for being.