You. The one I can never unsee. All you did for me, the time before and that surprise visit full of risk. Still don’t know why you did it, except to give me strength and peace. You stuck by when everyone else left – books, letters. You trekked, just once, when others made excuses. You kept in touch when you could, or when I reached out, never forgetting me in a life so full.
And now all I have are dreams with you in them. Faint memories, so long made I wonder if they are real. You’re a figment of my heart, felt in the deepest parts. Tall, fair, intelligent, cultured, kind, astute, strong, conflicted, human, storied.
If I am honest, I’m not sure a week has ever passed without at least one thought of you. I’ll leave it there because the rest I cannot share, not here. Maybe one day, in a dream, I’ll whisper it into your ear.
Ase.