Thank you for clearing away the deadwood in my soul;
Thank you for your tough love and your lessons,
painful as they sometimes are;
Surviving them makes me stronger,
and strong, I believe, is what you want me to be,
strong enough to survive any tragedy,
I try not to let these torments kill the gentler parts of my soul,
and I dream often of your smile,
though I have only ever seen it in my mind.
Your bright eyes, the smell of ice and smoke,
the gleeful fire of your hair,
your deft and tricksy hands.
These words may be a love letter you do not want;
if so, I apologize, but
after all the dreams in which
you danced through my sleep,
I cannot help but feel a closeness.
Others tell me not to trust you,
that all affection on…
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