Thank you

I had seen this possibility in one of my dreams and when all came to pass I was left with a day to remember.
I doubt that I’d ever see his face again but I could still sense him miles away.
There was a darkness in his manner yet finely masked with airs of practiced smiles;
A slight bitterness perfumed his calculated words.
I wondered how to reach into the labyrinth of his heart
For here in front of me stood a man in need of trust.
There was something keeping him shackled to the past and I had little time to navigate the conversation
But whatever it was, had changed his colours.

He wasn’t looking for friendship but I tried nonetheless.
We continued to stand next to each other surveying the landscape before us
And that was when I felt his longing of escape from his reality.
It was the beauty in seeing the world that to him going back meant reliving what was buried and recounting memories better left unspoken.
Never did he forget what happened.

He would not allow me to see this part of himself and yet it was all he ever showed.
I wanted to hug him and say, “I’m here for you as a friend for that is all I can give you, for now,”
But I didn’t and the moment had gone.
That was the last time I saw him and to this day I still think of him and wonder if he’s okay now and if he’s found little things that make him happy or if he found his way back to himself again.

So I thank him and I thank you for showing me -- unexpected kindness does matter.