You came through the broken black mirror,
Knowing, like the part of me I didn’t realise I’d lost.
You became my testcard boy, my spirit level,
By which I measure all and everything.
No gradient, no growth, but the flick of a switch
And we were on.
Rehearsed uncertainties died on my tongue;
Overshadowed and then forgotten by that first smile.
A dedication I am unfamiliar with,
A kindness I have never known.
The only sadness you bring to me is
The longing for an earlier beginning.
I want to learn you; educate myself in your self.
I want to explore all your corners, and peer into your shadows.
And in return you get all of me, my completeness:
A gift never previously bestowed, resplendent in damaged packaging.