Most mask emotion.
Most miss their moms.
Many push out pecs to peacock.
Many pride insignificant things.
Some are just giant babies.
Some just need approval and praise.
Few can stand alone.
Few remember birthdays.
But you, Charlie, you
Seem to be able to
Impress a jaded old skeptic
Time and time again, especially when
You decided to become friends
With my mind.
Thank you for doing what most don’t.
Thank you for expressing what many can’t.
Thank you for the some of you that you gave to me.
You’re one of the chosen few
That get my permission to stay over
Once the sun comes up.
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