I’ve wondered how you handle your tears.
If you let them fall like rain
Or wipe them away like secrets that no one else has the right to see.
I can only imagine how you felt when your nephew was born,
Someone you can share your gifts with,
I’ve pictured you with a million things to say
So much that a single feature
Wouldn’t do you justice
I spent a year imagining what I would say when I met you.
But we all know
That most plans don’t always go as planned.
I approached you
And my brain turned to mush.
The writer in me was suddenly silenced.
Like a kid who witnessed something they had no business.
I didn’t say much
I just smiled
In hopes that you
Could see past my nervous ticks
I met you and you were everything
That I ever thought you would be
And then some.
I gave you all that I had to offer
In a $3 gift bag.
A bag that wasn’t quite big enough
To hold my dreams
Of what you would mean to me.
I live vicariously through you,
No way I could be this cool
On my own.
I use to be known
As a shy kid,
Not from the Chi.
You’ve given yourself
To the art
As though you have a thousand memories
Under your belt
Memories that I would love
My dreams to.