you are still he who spoke to me at nightfall
when the sky is enveloped in darkness
the house, silent in slumber
and we spoke...like it was only just us
to me
you are still he who climbed over my gate
and put flowers in my door
and he who told me he was out of town
and then called me from the bottom floor
to me
you are still he who handed me a chocolate sundae
with Vitagen and a bag of medicine
he who laughed with me on my front porch
for hours before he finally leaned in
to me
you are still he who stole my heart
he who lies next to me
he who holds my hand
and there's no where i'd rather u be
happy 20.
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