end of rainbows

Dear friend, i've seen the end of a rainbow with you no pot of gold just that golden moment with you a moment...lost in its own milliseconds of amazement we fell silent the beauty of those split apart seconds lost in silence not from awe maybe discomfort maybe frustration... maybe you wished I was someone else i lost you over the years...I could never tell you the truth that you are now and always have been my Beatrice. With great fondness, Dante.