The first time
I met you,
tall
dark
perfect,
I knew
the gleam
in your eyes
would one day
remind me of
every starry sky
I would ever see.
You held
my hand
in your own,
and my heart
started skipping-
your joy
has always been
contagious.
The day
I realized
I loved you,
you handed me
my jacket,
saved it
from being forgotten
in an auditorium
littered with dust
and empty water bottles.
You held
the door for me,
and I held
my breath
as you
cocooned secrets
in the front seat
of the school bus.
The day
I said
goodbye to you,
sent you
to your new
adventure
too far for me
to follow-
I knew
I would ache
with your absence
the way
the wounded
believe their leg
might someday
heal,
might bear weight,
might someday
run once more.
This is to say,
my dearest darling,
the joy
the trust
the hope
the love
that has painted you
irreplaceable
has changed me-
has changed
the world.
I love you.
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