She

She smiles at you, like you’re the only one in a room full of people.
She talks about her dreams and remembers you in them.
She sends you a postcard to cheer you up.
She calls you after you leave to somewhere far away, just to make sure you’re okay.
She loves you, unconditionally.
She gives you a hug first, even after a long time of not talking.
She doesn’t break eye contact with you, not even after people walk by.
She gives you a pair of sweatbands for Christmas, because she knows you love to play basketball.
She drops off poinsettias at your door, secretly.
She shares her struggles, and listens to your own.
She doesn't realize how beautiful she really is.
She defends you, when you’re not around to defend yourself.
She wants to have a drink with you, from time to time.
She reads everything you send her, even when she’s busy.
She helps you, without asking for anything in return.
She holds onto your arm, and rests her head on your shoulder.
She invites you over, to feed your hungry soul.
She misses you.

And if she reads this, I want her to know.
I’m grateful for it all, and so much more.

Glycerine

To my old friend.

It's not often that we meet, anymore, and while I do miss the time that we spent together, as time goes on, we drift steadily apart. It's funny, the more I welcome you, the less we meet...

I want to thank you. Thank you for all the company that you've given me over all these years, thank you for being the first one to show yourself when there was trouble, the first to leave when help arrived. Do you remember halloween when I was a kid? Crazy shit. Thank you, for always having been as you were, as you are; the voice of reason and practicality in the back of my head – I remember when I beat you for the first time – fourth grade, I had to give that speech, remember? I don't remember what it was about anymore, but I remember almost wetting myself and you loving every second of it, up until I got up and started talking, and looked over to see that girl – what was her name? Danielle? Dani? Looking at me with those big brown eyes of hers, smile creeping up on her face... Yeah, everything was alright from there. Remember later that day, when I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend, and you kept standing there, keeping me from saying it to her face? I remember standing my ground, sticking my chest out, and doing it anyway... and she said yes! Did I ever tell you that? You were gone by the time I finished asking... Man, that was a great feeling, though... Thank you. Thank you, because from that day on, and every day after, I realized that you were just short enough that if I stuck my chin up, I could see past you, and into greatness.

For all the time that we've spent together, you're welcome to stop by as often as you like. I'll always be here to face you head on, and who knows? Maybe we'll go rock-climbing or sky-diving sometime... But even if you don't, I know that you'll always be there when it matters, reminding me to keep my chin up and to look past what's in front of me to see what lies ahead of me.

Thanks.

another day, another month, another prompt

sorry, meant to post this earlier, but first a little background.

i was at a gas station a few weeks ago and noticed thank you letters pinned up on a wall next to the mechanic's computer. a lot of them were just "dear blank, thank you for..." and i remember seeing something similar whenever i'd go to my doctor's office before i had surgery. and my mind started to go into thoughts about writing a fraudulent artifact in the form of a thank you letter addressed to whomever. it could be a gas station attendant, mechanic, doctor or something more interesting/disturbing/humorous like a stripper, hooker, sports team mascot, a girl or guy who enjoys cosplay, the list could go on. write a thank you letter in the view of a character who has received help in some way from someone that meant a great deal to them for whatever reason. think about hemingway's iceberg theory as you write this: 10% of the iceberg is shown above water while 90% of it is hidden under water. all of our stories have deeper meaning in them, let's write some that make people want to dive in to see the other 90%.

Watcher

Father, I have searched far and wide for a sign of you. In my wandering, I have come across those that cling to this earth and others that beg for release. Where am I between the two? I am a watcher above a broken clock tower. I cannot move my heart and I don’t know when I’ll be ready. Give me strength so that I may find you.
Are you still there?