The Miracle In Ramsay Poem by T.L. Toadvine

Firstly, I want to confess my undying, crazy love for you, it's the best feeling I've ever known, even in all of its imperfection
You asked me am I ok?
I'm going to be honest, I'm really not, I could blink out at any moment, by stroke, heart attack, my balance is wobbly, the diabetes/neuropathy in my feet in worsening, I can feel myself slipping away, waiting for the moment
So I write, trying to save little moments, no grand philosophy, just the truth of a simple man
Most all of my poetry is written for you, it's important to me for you to know your place in my soul before I leave this place, my dreams no longer matter to me, what we shared between us is the only heaven I'll ever know, it was a gift, and now it has passed us by
So i write, hoping you can read through the words how much I love you, you need not to reciprocate or respond, just read and know that I'm accepting my journey, (it's 11: 11 am now) and thank you for your place in it
Saying 'I love you' is almost trivial now, it's so much more than I could ever explain, but you already know that
You will go on to live many years beyond me, and you will wish to tell me things, but I already know them, so worry not
I will watch you age
I will adore you and your victories as you journey onward, I will mourn the passing of life as it leaves your body, I will be with you, always