He was a catalyst,
a breaker of my former expectations;
a dream I didn’t know I wanted.
In my mind’s eye,
I could see evenings outside
listening as he strummed a tune,
sharing a quiet moment before bed.
Laughing as restfulness turned to passion
on a morning bright with promise.
However, he went silent in the water
and I could no longer follow his beacon.
But he gave me so much
in confidence, in enjoyment, in conversation
that I cannot find it in me to feel
anything other than gratefulness
and a sense of sorrowful joy that at least
he was in my life for that moment in time.
Yet still a part of me mourns,
for I will never get the chance to speak his name
to the face I imagined so many times.