And for you, my friend?
I wish you adventures.
I wish you subway tunnels
and interesting strangers
and unlikely conversations.
I wish you scalding-hot afternoons
and fingers laced through yours
pulling you into the best of disasters –
I wish you books, and English tea,
and days spent jumping on trains and
going wherever is next on the list.
I want each kiss to feel like your first
and each sweaty hand in yours to feel
like mine, and I want you to go with
madmen chasing monsters in the stars
and never come home.