he was an inspiring beauty, my first sunflower.
i met him in high school on the swim team
when he still slept on garfield sheets
and left beautiful,
poetic prose taped inside my locker.

he thought important thoughts and loved
his friends well.

there was that one afternoon,
out in the country, on a playground.
a young girl squeaked on the swing
in the distance while we two laid down in the grass.
he on his back
and me on his chest.
he said, “i feel like i was made to support you.”

every moment together I have relived again and again.
that sun
may never set.