You told me you believed in magic;
in sparkling elves and quiet spirits
that haunt long-empty halls.

You said you believed in science, 
in words in ink and measurements, 
in glass leaving double-sized reflections. 

You believed so long in goodness,
in best wishes and vibes, yes, again, 
you believed in magic under our skin. 

However, of all you once believed, 
I cling to a moment: you believed in me.



By Heidi Turner