On Becoming a KG

Still, I can't stop looking at my phone

Often I yearningly try to ask myself

Could I really survive from this?

Oh these countless butterflies in my stomach

Flutter their wings in joy as we finally speak

Giggling as I send my replies

Thrilled as I receive yours

All those days and months of longingness

Swiftly perished by your beaming face

A paramount man in the making

Be patient and all will fall in place

Today your hard nights are tremendous

Tomorrow you'll wear your badge so gleaming

Destined for the greatest fate

I, for one, am your first-hand witness

Here and now may be the hardest

But my cadet, forever I will be a staunch

Patiently lingering I will always be

This I swear, committed and unwavered.

6 years later but why am I still anxious? Why is it still painful? Why does it still feel so threatening?

Please.

I think of your perfectly straight, thick hair that I caress as you rest on my lap or my chest,

I think of your radiant, contagious, giddy smile that you flash every time I amuse you;

I think of your bushy, expressive eyebrows that cross when you’re sleepy annoyed, or overjoyed;

I think of your dreamy, emotive eyes that look at me as if I am the only thing it sees;

I think of your broad and wide shoulders that I cling onto and instantly - I feel safe;

I think of your lengthy arms that surround me a little too tight sometimes;

I think of your graceful hands that touch me so tenderly and gently;

I think of your marvelous mind that debates and resonates with me;

I think of you, my cadet -

From the mornings I rouse,

To the evenings I repose,

To the dreams I brave,

I think of you.

Yours devotedly,