to the poet who weaved happiness

i see someone light that path for me

a random star

whom i have previously woven poetry

delighted with quiet ecstatic

overflowing happiness

here i am. wanting to remember the word we created. but it was long gone. we have two different lives now. i have mine. you have yours.

you had me wonder how precious my mind is. how daring it is to think and believe and wonder and exxxagerate and stay real. you are somehow floating above your flamboyant clouds. and you breathe air that is in me. but i shall never forget our nights recounting names of all occasions. i shall never forget the gluttony of edible ideas. i shall never forget the poetry we concocted out of nowhere. and the story that was even without the story itself.

here's to the best times talking. purely talking.

and a wonderful friendship.

to come.