I was 20. You were 10.
The minute I heard your mother on radio, I knew you were my friend.
I wrote to the presenters, I wrote to the channel.
They never wrote back, my letters went into a dead tunnel.
I searched for you everywhere.
You have been in my thoughts since.
Only I knew, the dance steps that brought you to life, gave me peace within.
I wasn’t the diagnosed one, you were, unfortunately.
They termed your illness critical and said it had no chance of recovery.
I prayed for you in every single dream of mine since;
I still hope to meet you in person, someday, somehow, deep within.
I know you don’t know me, I don’t know you as an individual.
What I do know is that my prayers have your name on them and so does each of my breathing cell.
I hope you have made it through these years because somewhere in me, I hold a belief .. to see the beautiful time tested and survived individual that you must have become!
I miss you, my young unseen friend with a disease that I can’t name!