This piece was written about a man who was truly generous in heart and soul. If you are reading this, you know who you are ;)

A deep crimson red with gold embossed letters,
My initials for all to see,
Given by a man who was not just tall in stature, but also generous of heart.

He was kind and warm,
With a wicked smile,
A master conversationalist who loved life,
We met at the Waterstones near Air Street,
Surrounded by books housed in shelves that were even taller than he was.

Bronze skin that gleamed in the autumn sun,
With close-cropped hair framing a handsome face meant for cinema,
Dressed in shades of blue that made him look like a Yves Klein picture book,
Wearing a Barbour jacket and powder blue jumper, he was truly a wonder.

I had never met a soul until then who understood what I had experienced,
His empathy was limitless, and he was truly good.

We walked and chatted and talked about life,
Eventually, we had lunch at a rooftop bar,
The view was nice and the company was equally pleasant.
I opened the package that he gave me earlier, and I felt so humbled that he had given me this gift.
I hugged him and thanked him profusely for this gift,
It came from the heart, and that is what mattered.

He wanted to go home, and so we made our way,
I walked him to the tube station and hugged him,
I liked how warm he was and told him to text me when he got back.

I proceeded to enjoy the autumn sun while walking on Southbank,
Enjoying the crisp air and the leaves on the pavement,
Thinking about the man with whom I had spent my morning.
So generous and so kind, and who had made the start of my trip so special,
I wish I could have told him that he changed my tune about dating again, for the better, of course, amen.

Even though it never worked out between the two of us,
I still have the momentos of our morning together,
It reminds me of the goodness in people and how there are gems out there,
I hope he is well and thriving in all matters, for he was the catalyst that mended my heart together.