To Nathan

I never cry myself to sleep.

Or maybe, sometimes I just try to forget that I do

Because crying makes me tired

But being tired makes me fall asleep

So off I snooze

And I am wandering

My dream land isn’t so dreamy,

More rather dreary

With grays and browns and fogs and

Nothing really exciting as I portray myself to be

My phone is more popular than I am

Receives more rings than I ever will

And whenever someone calls for me

It’s 6:27AM. My alarm.

As I’m drifted off to sleep

My phone rang

I usually ignore it because I don’t want to talk to the Grim Reaper

But it was You.

Nathan,

You put the N where the center of my name goes

Completing my identity and making me whole.

I’ve never written about my heroes before

Because I fear that I’d lack the right words

But you’ve taught me to never be afraid.

To never dismiss death as a weakness

But rather a strength

Because the day I let my past wilt,

was the best I’ve ever felt.

The ashes slip through my fingers

But they buried themselves deep into the mud

Eventually your smile brought the sun out again

Dried up the mud, and sprouted some flowers

Nathan.

The gray and brown clouded dreams are gone,

But don’t ever be afraid of letting go.

The flowers of this friendship are what keeps me alive.