Tell me of the time you lay down on the only green patch of grass that hadn’t been mowed
And looked up at the clear blue sky
It was early summer of May.
Tell me that you felt beautiful
Even though you knew it was just another sad day.

Tell me of the time you played fetch with your neighbour’s puppy
Your hands running through his lush brown fur
Every time he came running back to your outstretched arm
Tell me you wished you had someone too
Who would never leave you or go away too far.

Tell me of the time when you watched your best friend die
The cops, the lights, the people surrounding her
The world stopped by but you couldn’t cry.

Tell me how you drank yourself to sleep
For her next ten birthdays
Until you realized it was a drunk who ran her over
Only then you could finally weep.

Tell me everything. I want to know you.
Tell me about your dreams.
Tell me about your fears.
Tell me what keeps you awake at nights.
Tell me why you love being alone.

You are not alone.

A million moments later, when it is 4 am in the morning and you are 80 years old
sitting by the fireplace
I hope to be by your side
to tell you how much I love you
for all the things you tell me.