This goes to you,

Bozo,

Because I thank you.

I thank you for being the friend of mine,

The one who never tries to take my spot,

Who never manipulates me,

Who makes me feel better than worse,

For giving me advice and letting me give you advice.

To Bozo,

Thank you.

You will never understand how much you mean to me.

You were the beacon in my room of darkness,

The rope pulling me back from the drowning sea,

The shades who shielded me from the blazing sun,

The glasses who let me see the calming moon.

And, yes.

I know.

I know I’m just one of your friends.

Just another person to you.

But please know you mean so much to me.

And it doesn’t matter if I mean that much to you.

But,

For now,

Bozo,

Thank you.