What Happens With Time

When I was a boy,
I imagined you walked on mountaintops,
or in the clouds,
somewhere far off from the rest of us.
I know better now,
but those childhood dreams
never quite die.
I still admire you,
with your grace, your charm,
the way you set people at their ease
and keep things running so smoothly.

I'll be for you
what you were for me.
(Everything you were for me...)
You gave me hope in the darkness,
a shining constant light
I could believe in.
If I could make you feel
some tiny piece of what you've meant to me,
I know you wouldn't worry
or fear you'll never be good enough.
No need to worry, love.
None at all.

(Photo credit: "Closing Time" from Kevin Dooley on Flickr)

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