eric (post xmas 04)

i can't draw well enough
to illustrate the pictures
that he shows me in my
head
 __he is alive in time__
he always holds me close
 _my closest friend_
like the first night we met

when i am hurt too much
these days to even
open my eyes
because i cry
He softly speaks to me
of friendship and love,
and laughs inside
my heart.
He never fails to
warm me
 _like a fire in the coldest dark.

--Katrina Kidwell Johnson