In Every Line I Found You

August Fletcher is a poet. While his poems are about love and loss, he is nicknamed, "The Lonely Poet." In his early years, after the sudden death of his father, he moved to Brighton.

Through grief and hard times, the most beautiful friendship (or more) can blossom.

He gets a job at a local flower shop where he sees a boy working at a bookstore, and is immediately infatuated.

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"I did not need him, he did not need me, though without the other, I wouldn't feel whole. Truthfully, I haven't felt whole since the day I left.

I could have earned a million dollars and something would still be missing. And though I would never tell anyone the details, it was him.

He was missing from my narrative, from my story, though book after book, poem after poem were littered with the love I felt when I was with him.

Now, in that moment, where I was near him, he was holding me, was everything. The missing piece to the puzzle if you will.

The moment I had been waiting for for so long was finally here. And now that it was here and right it front of me, I wished to take it as it came.

I wished forever to stay like this, tangled in his grasp. His. I wanted to be his. This life, the next life, and every life following.

He was me, the parts of me I enjoyed.

He was poetry.

He was my poetry. The feeling I never could shake, even to this day I still wished he was with me. Right next to me, here.

What I would give to kiss his bony knuckles, to hold his strong body in my small arms again, smell how he smelled.

Cashmere and tobacco leaf. For decades, the smell never left. He never left, yet he felt so far. I didn't know where he was, I didn't know who he had kissed since me, who he had married, whose kids he had had.

AlI I hoped was that those same memories we shared, were laced with fondness, as I had written in so many pages and so many poems."