I cannot write beautiful words as you can do. I cannot chase the spirits as you can do. I cannot pray for others as I am sure you do. But I think I know what it means to have met a real good man. That feeling will be my heat and my spirit. The one you have caught, and offered to me, thanks to your innocent and wise look. I will feed your gift, water it, watch it growing and blooming, I hope, as am I hoping you will be happy.
I will not need to think of you, cause you are my thought. no need to remember you cause you are my memory. that is your gift. your name is tatooed somewhere on my inner skin.
Next time I will meet a ghost we will have something to discuss … believe me. we will talk about these moments under the Memphis sky, under your smile. Simply under your body, “mon ami”…
I will not be a vending machine, releasing tears, after love paying. I will be as light as a cloud of whole joy, in extra bold sky.
be happy. “mon cheri”
Please feel good.
