...I return to the blog. I'm sorry. Your poem in the last entry made me cry, I loved it so much.
Can I tell you a secret?
I was a little scared to read it. No one has ever written a poem for me before. That's a big deal, yo. So I kept it hidden away. I think I wanted to save it, like a treat you hold off on 'til you've done all your work or something. But who am I kidding? When have I ever done that? I hid from it. For some dumb reason I think I wasn't ready for it. I often hide from things that are important in my life...
(Thanks, drugs!)
But today I was in the right place. I've been clearheaded for a few weekends now. I visited with my family earlier and was thinking of you on the drive home. When I checked my e-mail, there was a message from you. (How do the e-mail gods know?) And then we were online together. So here I am.
And now I have a poem. And it's quiet and shining and simple and wonderful. And it makes me feel exactly like I'm back on the hill at Broadview with you, and it speaks of the things I miss most. I absolutely love it.
Thank you my friend. You are my first poem! I am very lucky indeed.
