I’d never met anyone like him before
He was rough around the edges, but he was always himself
He felt like music
The kind that you take long drives to
He had a way of easing the soul
His words were never rushed or without thought
He didn’t believe in empty chatter or conversation to fill silent space
But he would listen to me and I would watch the way my words would process in his thoughts
He was shore and I was sea
He was my meeting place when I went too far
And he would let me because I didn’t have to be anyone other than who I was
And he admired that
He wasn’t home
No
He was sanctuary.