Dear Joshua Felix Chan

Dear Joshua Felix Chan
I remember the moment it began
You were playing frisbee shirtless
On the field across the lake
Next to the dumpster
And your skin glistened in the sunlight
All your moles, a constellation on your chest
Dear Joshua, when we frolic
I feel like—and not to be hyperbolic
But I feel like I could die of happiness
When I’m nestled in your hairless arms
We’re like Tristan and Isolde
Ancient lovers rotting desperately in the forest
Dear Joshua Felix Chan
It’s music when I hold your hand
I loved you from the moment
That I saw you, you’re my hero
I believe in you
There’s nothing you can’t do
You make a difference in the world
And you make all the difference in the world
To me