All she ever wanted was
a man who believes that fairies exist
and butterflies imagine and caterpillars dream
who knows that identical lines are similar
only in short distances in respect to
the concept of infinity
that turtles leave their shells when they’ve found true love
and that praying mantis are really
afterall mere folks pretending to be praying mantis
that look like mere folks pretending to pray
who believes that once is better than
never, and a fraction of forever is better than naught
that every day can be Valentine and
Christmas at the same time, while tomorrow can
be everybody’s birthday
who knows that yesterday can hardly be
someday but will always be more memorable
than any other holiday
who believes that there is someone who believes
that there is someone who, like himself, believes
in such seemingly unbelievable make-beliefs
in this world of make-believing devoid of true believers.
She will celebrate her birthday yet.
Every day. For all of her tomorrows.
Until he finds her. And find her, he will.
That is my wish for her this birthday.
And my wishes usually do come true… my dearest, dearest Friend… x