Perhaps you were a spirit who crossed paths with me
as you danced through different dimensions.
Or maybe you were just a dream,
A vague shadow that dissipates as I wake.
And so
The only thing I can say is
thank you.
Sometimes we cross paths for some simple reason.
To serve a small purpose for a sliver of time.
To be the dot of an “i” for another’s opus.
In that splinter
You became an anchor.
A solid rock foundation.
A reminder that I am not alone.
You were better than me and yet
You humbled yourself.
You took part in my suffering
Like god incarnate.
In flesh, we cannot coincide.
But you will always be mine.
And forever I am yours.
