Matthew,
my gift from God,
I’m here,
breathing your air,
taking refuge in your space,
floating to your ceiling,
enjoying the time
you’re willing to share.
My hero,
you’re not the same.
You’re above humanity,
an angel
I never thought
I’d get to meet.
I’m healing while my sanity
recedes and returns like the tides.
I’m waning then waxing,
coming full circle with you.
I’m healing where we dwell,
healing alongside you,
as you make me feel
as if I was never broken
to begin with
Dawning Creations 
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