each day-start, I open a new book with fresh pages, & paint a glory hello. greet Me, too. open your eyes & sing.
& at the end of the evening, I close the book, put the day on My shelf of stories & cuddle into bed with My beloved.
I love cold grass tickling between My toes with you, I like to take you to breakfast—Me, you, runny egg yolks & rye toast. I’ll never forget your smile. breakfast with you.
You’re there when my dad died & the black hole opened in my mind. You stooped to stay close when I laid on my carpet for 10 months.
You’re right here.
like waterfalls, You ever-gush.
You’re not afraid of my darkness. unphased by that thing I hide from everybody else. You just want to hug me. all You want is a hug. a hug that never ends. so open my toes, curled & clenched, let’s go back to barefoot in grass.
let’s go to the forest—just you & Me—let’s discover new berries, wind secrets, open stars together.
I love you.
you’re My friend.
will you be My friend?
