You were like the sun’s warmth after days of clouds and rain,

like hot chocolate and warm socks on a freezing day,

like a cold glass of water in the middle of the night,

like soft rain noises just before bed,

like varying textures of green in the wild,

like applying balm to your lips,

like the stars and moon on a clear night.

 

I never got to tell you any of this,

I never even said “thank you’ or ‘i love you’,

I never told you that you made me want to live again.

And now I never will,

I’m sorry.