thankful

For fingers that rested unwearyingly, in the hollow of my palm. For eyes that didn’t gnaw on the silence of my being. For the smiles that intended nothing more…nothing less. For the hands that never rested on my shoulders, without having me to ask for them. For making it easy…if not better. For walking alongside…and nowhere else. For knowing that soon I’d walk past and never look back again…but being an unspoken part of those days that brought with them the insufferable predicaments of existing with my wings chopped off. For being around. For being close by. For smiling and laughing and teaching me how too. And most of all, for being there…thank you.