i stopped in my tracks the first time i saw you.
it wasn't the cheesy love at first sight things,
it was more of
"Damn, i didn't know people like you still existed."
my mother still cries
all i can do is hug her.
there is an old man in a wheel chair
with a grief-stricken face
never brought flowers,
i always bought two bouquets of roses for his grave.
i never understood what this meant.
i couldn't find my journal so
i wrote this down at the back of my
foreign policy analysis notebook.
Stalin did not come out of his office for 3 days when Hitler betrayed him.
i showed up every day since i lost you.
i don't want anyone to find this
but i swear to God, i need you to read this.
there aren't any right words
i never thought i'd want to save a stranger so badly.