I thought you only had good days.
I thought light shone through the blinds in that magical way you love - the sun baked down on your face and you never feared the burn.
I thought you loved with a heart that couldn’t recognize heartbreak and moved on a wind none of us could feel.
I thought God gave to you willingly with both hands and your gracious nature knew no bounds.

(I thought wrong.) 

For the brief moment we passed on the street, I thought I knew you entirely. 

To see the plight of a stranger, their fear of dangers alone, so transparently worn - like a ratty t-shirt that smells of lost love.

I thought i saw an enigma, a paradox within our pained world, but -
Assumptions are a dying breed. 

When i saw you, i thought i saw freedom, 
I thought i saw hope,
But, 

I thought wrong.