Dear you, my friend,
can we define forever? i imagine it traipsing the space between us, the atoms dancing ‘tween us, you and i as orbiting stars in glorious sky - i imagine forever to mean the past and future playing in synchronicity, me and you and you and me. i imagine forever to mean the present, for the past is gone and the future is only conjecture, a measurement of maybe-time.
i think if anyone were to define forever it would be you. i think i see you as no-one else does - to me you were never a genius, just you, and you were never as unreachable or unachievable as they made you out to be in their heads, but right there, standing beside me. not as the distant star but a humanly brilliance, they never seem to see the truly spectacular parts of you, focused always on the too obvious.
i don’t mean to make myself out to be more than i am, i don’t mean to claim i’m any better than anyone - but for me i’d rather you nowhere near one of their pedestals; on a pedestal i might lose you, so high above, and i’d prefer to have you right next to me, always, if we can manage that.
and i can always trust you’ll know what i meant.
i can’t even begin to define you by feeble word alone, so i ask instead - hold the image of two stars in mind, beings of pure light - that’s you and i, see it? maybe we are two stars in a binary, caught in the same gravitational web, to spin forever around each other until the axis grinds us to nothing but dust and our dying bursts of energy destroy each other t’ill we’re nothing but the ash that made us. or maybe you or i is the super massive black hole that exists at the heart of every bright galaxy, and one of us would be that black hole and the other the galaxy, hand-in-hand, you or me, either way the end is the same.
define to me your definition of forever, my friend, so that we might have it, and i might never lose you.
Sincerely,
me, your friend.