Monday, March 10, 2008

practically perfect

my friend, did you ever wonder
at the way i came crashing
into your life? with my men
and my music and absolutely no clue
i tested you, i got you tattooed
but did i ever thank you?
i, of so many words, i guess
i could never find just the right way
to say it. thank you.
so simple, too simple i think
for people as deep as ourselves.
very complimentary, we always said
that if we could combine and become
one person we would be the perfect person.
well, practically perfect anyway.
as many silly jokes as we shared
we also waded together through life's pain
and you always held my hand
even though you feared that i would not let you.
smiling at just the right time or saying
'totally' or just letting me tell my stories
and kindly enduring it all, you were there.
and i, who professed to need no one,
will probably never find the words i need
to tell you exactly how much i needed you.
maybe if we thought about it together
we could come up with the perfect way to say it.
well, practically perfect anyway.