My heart turned to lava. Everything crumbled with the sadness and the grieving and the hopelessness. It all stood still with a laughter so deep that it became silent. We reminisce- talk about skinned knees and tossing stones into the lake outside your parent’s house. The moments before childhood banter slipped away and the earth sunk its teeth in deep. How the neighborhood knew that nighttime was yours to own- a sacred space for you and moments of trying and being and doing. I think you’re doing so well. We talk about everything and nothing at all. That stillness scares me, but I also need it like how I need the moonlight. You remind me of Friday nights and how I seek that feeling in every weekday. You’re a roaring heart with a gracious smile and I hope everyone gets a chance to see it in their lifetime. When I saw you again- you said it’s been awhile. Said you’re working on healing and building something new. Said my name and my heart turned to lava. -AMT©️