That one time I was invited, we had tied a ribbon around
your back tree and we tied it upside down. But what did that matter? You
invited me to sit down beside you underneath the shelter of your tree so we
could watch the clouds roll past together. Spring was especially gentle on that
day, and your eyelids drooped slowly to the somnolent warmth of her lullaby. Your
head lolled limply to one side, and the corners of your lips were curved
slightly upwards. In your sleep, I thought better than to disturb you. I left
you to your reverie.
God blew gently on the clouds that He had hung with delicacy
that morning. The sun hid shyly behind the cover of the clouds, and I delighted
alone in the moment of repose where everything was basked in the cool shadows of
the sky. You had drawn out everything inside of me that needed to be said – a trick
only a few others could ever master. We
found comfort in silence, and invited her gladly in our company. For once, you
seemed content in exchanging simple words of nothing.
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You left before I had the chance to tell you everything. If
you were here, I would tell you about how I murmured a prayer for you that day
whilst you were sleeping. I would tell you about how I thanked God for
introducing you into my life. Thank goodness! I had finally found somebody I
could earnestly love from the top of my heart. I would tell you about how I
prayed for every spring to be as kind to you as it were to me that year, for
she has sent me someone I could come home to every time I called your name.
I would tell you how important you are to me, and that I
have kept you close to my heart ever since. You were more than a friend; you
left me as my brother.
But words are only futile little tools.
That spring, you have taken me under the nurturing refuge of
your arms when you slipped the note in my pocket. You told me you wanted to
meet me at three. For once in my life, I was invited.
Yes – for once, I was invited.
