You mean so much to me…
…that I’m willing to spend
a few whole dollars
on a greeting card.
If you had something
on your face, like
a piece of food or a booger
or something,
I would tell you.
Eventually.
I might take a moment first
to enjoy how stupid you look
as you’re eating or talking
or whatever it is you’re doing,
totally oblivious
to the thing on your face.
But eventually,
I’d tell you.
It’s good to know
there’s someone out there…
…like you.
Get well soon.
Get well
when you damn well please.
Yours is a beauty
that has to be experienced
in person to be truly
appreciated, a beauty
that radiates in action –
moving this way, or that, or just
talking, laughing, breathing –
a rare beauty that cannot be
frozen in any one moment.
I guess that’s why you look
so awful in pictures.
I thought of so many things
to do for you
that you would’ve loved.
But I didn’t want it to look
like I was trying too hard.
Someday
you’ll thank this disaster…
…for making you
whoever you’ve become.
I’m expecting something
to go terribly wrong soon.
Because having you around
is just too perfect.