Mike

Mike stood next to me, in flesh and in blood.
Mike said to me I don’t believe your theory.
Mike pushed me too close to tears, too close to closing my ears.
Too close to stop hating myself.

Mike explained all those scars on his arm.
Mike exceeds in excellence and brilliancy.
Mike told me that story of his that I should remember before anyone else’s.
Before my own.

Mike is the word that comes close to grace.
Mike is the denotation that comes close to hope.
Mike benefits from me, from us, from everyone who listens.
But I turned to work.

Mike could never be angry with me for too long.
Mike could replace that angle I’ve been ignoring for years.
Mike has the gift to make me appreciate the blood and bones again.
Mike has it all.

Mike is my hero and my guardian,
Mike is my buddha and bodhisattva,
Mike is April and June,
Mike is freedom.

dedicated to Mike (30th dec 2010)