im sorry i didn't write about you to the extent i could have
i didn't do you justice then, but i will now
i will write about how you inspire me,
About how from the moment  you asked me
that dumb question outside the toilets of gay bar,
i knew you were worth writing about.

i will write about how you embody love, embrace it
with your whole body and spread it with one brief touch of your palm on my shoulder as you go by.
i will write about the red lights we walk under
and all the other colors we encounter.
i will write about the giddy glances, the new inside jokes, the spilled sugar on the table.

i will write about how kind you are, and how it was never hard to tell you about all the boys and girls I've loved and lost,
and how you in turn, have loved and lost.
but, as a friend, as a lover, as a son,a brother, as a writer,
you love like a ******* lion, wholeheartedly, proud;
chest out for the world to see.

you write in callibra,
a font ive never been fond of.
but it looks good on you.