In characters of living light,
Of kindly deeds and actions wrought.
And these, beyond the touch of time,
Shall live immortal as my thought.*
Somehow, you’ve pegged me well.
And I am on this side of it wondering, did we talk that much before?
I don’t really remember offering that much of a view to my insides…
But, I do know you to be…brilliant.
You know things.
And maybe, I should just trust the fact that you know me too.
You take pictures of things that make you happy.
Why couldn’t I find those words?
As things are; how they are; when they are…
I want to remember.
Just like, I want to remember you…
And I do.
All the times you made me smile…
All the times, I felt like someone was on my side…
All the times, you shared your experience with me…
All the times I felt like there was never enough time…
Your kind deeds live in my heart.
And, somehow, without having – what I think – is enough time, there’s been enough time for memories to last.
You’ve been an important player, without having played much.
And when I ask you, “How’s your heart,” I care more than I can explain.
But, I think you know.
*from Carving a Name by Horatio Alger Jr.