In aisles of blue and bustling store, A chance meeting, nothing more— Or so I thought, through hurried glance, You sized me up, a fleeting stance. Yet something shone, beyond mere face, A warmth, a light, in every space. As if the heavens lent their grace, A gift to those who keep the pace. My friend, I thank you, simple, true, For being you, and shining through. Though nights were filled with Dragonball, Intoxicated laughter, trips and fall. In you, I found a beacon bright, In crowded Walmart's sleepless night. A soul with an energy, pure and grand, Whose presence paints the dreary, grand.