Thanksgiving

Meeting you felt like a cold summer rain amidst a drought,

With a faint rainbow in the sun’s light appearing behind a cloud.

The kind of weather you can never expect,

But once you feel it on your skin, you can never forget.

Mirrors could never do what you did:

You reflected the parts of me I so desperately hid.

Hearing your voice and seeing your bright, beaming smile

Felt like hearing an all-time-favorite song I haven’t listened to in a while.

Catching a glimpse of your deep, longing eyes

Felt like the most comforting hug I could ever get, in disguise.

Standing right by you at night and sharing a drink

Did such wonders to me that could never do any shrink.

However fancy a book, never to be so captivating

As getting to know you, little by little, awaiting

A catch, so awakening, so needed, but never to find one.

A diamond is pretty close to a heart, and you hit a home run.

Undressing my soul, my fears in front of a stranger

Felt like a new emotional species I wish to never endanger.

So painful a “no”, a “some time”, instead of a “yes”

I had to pronounce, admittedly, under internal duress.

Saying our final goodbyes felt like a “see you tomorrow”,

As back then I was unable to grasp all the mighty weigh of the sorrow.

Letting go of you touch felt like setting a bird free,

But what I think I saw in your eyes was a painful yet silent plea.

Sometimes I still wonder if I’ll remember your name when I’m 80.

A reminiscence so strong which I hope to be weighty

Enough to remind every day that my life is worth living.

It’s your eidolon that I’m grateful for on this year’s Thanksgiving.