You thought your way into my thoughts
And you fought your way right out again
It was your thinking not your drinking
That propped me, stopped me from sinking
Your critical, cryptic crossword completion
Revealed, your subtle sense of reason
And your letters, your letters though sparse and thin
Your written words sold me, fever rising, muse within
Your turn of phrase with unnerving staring gaze
Razor sharp, cutting; may I mention tension raised
The gifts you gathered, the detail mattered
Thoughtful choices, so so soft yet carefully scattered
Even now on leaving
Misbelieving there’s no articulated deceiving
Your thoughts I’m holding high
In my sinking, slinking, thinking
