You were a flower that rose beneath the feet. The tears watered the seed that made a mind of concrete. Sometimes it eats at me and I can't sleep. So the nights are spent Bruce lee'ing sheets. Blood sport, Bolo when he cheats. Blurry eyed vision, kicking and screaming. Until I'm off dreaming of the
sliver in time I had meaning...

Your love was faith. And I held you back like religion. You built the sky and loved me like we were no different. Delivering deliberate significants. While I'm shivering vigorously bellegerant.  The filament that lit the current I see.  Loving myself in a new light. No longer depending on the comfort of the sea. The compass leads to the happiness in me. For that I throw roses at your feet. Aidios Amigos (friend) until we next meet