“I am Alex”, he said brightly,
and wrapped his soul inside me,
a place to contemplate, and confide,
sweet references to brilliance,
the dreaming of a smile, forgotten.
“You are a good person, don’t be afraid”, he told me,
held my fearful heart close, protected,
each glance my way an arrow, to pierce the divide,
sweet promise of solidarity,
the giving of a dream, in silence.
“You are Bex, strong and proud”
he touched my forehead with knowing
constantly leading, showing,
invisible to my eye,
but never without an echo.