Remember how you used to
watch me?
your blue eyes,
staring at me while I
was onstage
playing a song, reading a poem,
performing a monologue
even when I wasn't onstage
when we were alone
in my room
and I would sing for you
then kiss your forehead
and stroke your ears.
Even in class, when I would speak
my mind
I always knew you were listening
intently
sometimes, from across the room,
you would watch me
dance.
Thank you for appreciating
the art and
those moments I
wanted to share with you.
I hope you cherish
them
as much as I do