What ever this is, it's long overdue.
A letter, a poem, a testament
of a dream I would never want to wake up from.
Who would have thought that all those nights staring at the stars,
desperately crying out and begging for a purpose,
or at least a way out, would pay off.
I was lost in a constant haze of doubt and anxiety,
of fear and sadness,
and nights induced with alcohol and self-destruction.
Then you found me, and I found you.
We found each other.
All it took was a bus ride that steered me to where I should be,
and hundreds of lights that lit my way to you.
You're the song I can listen to every day
that lets me know that everything will be okay.
You made me see good in the same old name and face I wear,
but couldn't bear to see.
I wouldn't know if we found each other by chance,
or by God's will, but I'm thankful nonetheless.
I hope that my words will find a way
to remind you of our fondest days,
and of your newfound place on my thawed, cynical heart.