Charlie

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.