Looking at these pictures that you took.
I imagine your eye behind the lens.
I smile at the memory of your creative genius.
I stare at these pictures you have taken, and pictures of you.
“i’ve been looking so long, at these pictures of YOU…
if only i’d thought of the right words, I wouldn’t be breaking apart…”
The nerviness of you, the brilliance of you. The geeky-ness of you. The perfectionist of you. The sloppiness of you. The carelessness of you. The complexity of you.
You refused to drink out of a plastic cup.
Because you knew you were a King.
i have one hundred lovely names for you.
And ten thousand words yet to be written.
My beautiful Angel.