Moment

I remember it clearly,

Looking across at you as you drove me to the airport.

Your eyes on the road,

curls sheltered beneath

the yarn of your cap

at first light

in the chill.

The sense

that you were a

real man.

The kind I could

(and should)

give my heart to.

One who would give

everything

without thought of

keeping any

for himself.

Lessons learned in

brokenness

shaped the set

of your shoulders.

You withstood.

You found a voice to give praise

from the ashes

(of an aftermath)

I shared the experience of

thousands of miles-

and years away-

from knowing you.

We lost our futures before we knew

our future

was to be found

in each other.

But, looking at you-

absorbing you-

It was plain to me

that you were he.

The years have proven the truth I felt

inside of that moment-

of what you're made of,

who you are.

Whose you are.

And that is all that matters now.