Of time and love
Of seasons and dreams
Enveloped in a ravishing gift
You have given me
Of tears and feats
Of serendipity and the unknown
Your gift of a cocktail had just the right amount of indulging and sour
Of beginning again and owning your truth
Of shrugging it off and smiling through the storm
The brick road laid out for me, j will follow
Embracing the gold and then the yellow.
– benyiwah