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