I told God about you on a walk
and the next morning you came back.
I used to wish to see the world
when I got older. I used to wish
to travel to Europe, and meet you in person.
You look like somebody I wanted to hold.
What a shame I cannot do that
before I am gone.
You didn\'t comment on the poem I wrote you, but I—
believed in what was best, and somehow I still do.
Your name was on my list of reasons
to stay alive, but now I\'m writing this
to inform you.
That if I\'m too slothful to make it
and the blade is closer to my chest than your heart
could ever be; if it was but my delusion
that you saw brightness in me
then, thank you. Thank you for your time.
I hope I\'ll see you later
in a place where it is white.
But that\'s going to take a while more.
You have always been somebody that I adore.
I cherish every moment we had.
I hope you were honest: that your life was just hard
and it wasn\'t an excuse.
One day I will be worthy
of the ones I have to lose.