Dear C,

You Were Right

I've thought

     Myself

  Into holes

          Turning into

        Abyssal darkness.

Learning as I

     Climb

       Back

         Out

    Wondering how

      I found

          Myself

  In the dark again.

Living in an immutable state

          Of regret

               I

    Vow never to return:

                      I

                   Find myself

       In the dark again.

So you were

             Right

   You always

         Had been.

   I was thick

     I was rash

       I was blind.

You loved me

             When

     I could not love myself.

You grounded me

       Turned on the light

    Or lit my torch.

I pray

        You are happy

                      Contented.

        Because I am.

You deserve

      That and

   So              so

        Much more.
I hope this 

      Finds you well

  Finds you

            Warmly.

        In sunlight with

    Flowers in your hair, and

           No cloud in your eyes.

I yearn that no gust blows

       Those flowers in your hair away.

I implore my words won't cast that cloud.

-- R