He talks to me like that
Like I am the sun on a cold day
Not worship
But profound admiration
Thankful for my presence
A relief
I am not used to his praises
He is the first to offer them
I want to give back to him what he gives me
But I don’t know how
How do I return the affection
Which is so new?
I crave his presence
I miss the cool wind he brings
To my sun beaten skin
To sit with him
To rest with him
Nothing to prove