Because We're Alive

It feels alive
for I know
that I will cry
when I see
precious tears
escaping your pretty eyes.

It's alright
for we're alive
in our hearts,
our daily lives,

smiling warmth into the cold
and laughing shaved ice into scaldings of old.

Thank you
for keeping me alive,
in us.

Your precious tears,
drop like ink on my forgetful life,
painting the indescribable purpose
we silently vow to hold upright.

In the despair,
I saw the glint in your eyes,
set firmly, confident in your attentive faces.
A shine of hope,
I felt it,

in that ray of hope piercing through the thick despair
threatening to drown me in shivers and fear,
I realised why people say love is about hope,
friends who give hope, who are hope,
are friends I realised I loved,
in a very unusual way.

We pulled through it all...
And our precious tears bear witness
that we are alive.