Thirteen came before I knew your name, A whispered prayer, quiet yet the same, For something real, steadfast, and true, A path that teaches more than I ever knew. Thirteen reactions, a quiet trace, A smile at memes, an F-chord chase. Two responses, a gentle sign, Made me wonder if our hearts aligned. I watched your faith shine calm and bright, And learned from it in my own quiet light. A final nod, a fleeting glance, Wondering what you thought of it all that night. When seasons shifted, things had changed, Lessons stayed, though your ways felt strange. As my final response, I chose to slip away, Yet you remain the mirror I kept each day.