For John

I could write for hours, use the finest words in Webster’s, fill pages upon pages with verse. But only two words are needed. Two words are everything I want to say:

Thank you.

Two words, two syllables. So tiny. In these words I say so many things. You are very special, holding my hand when the world is too much, hugging me when I can not bear life:

Thank you.

I have shown you my heart of hearts, the person inside I am afraid to reveal.
Your sweet words and sweet face, bringing me back from the edge. All I can do is say: 

Thank you, John, and I love you.