He was brown and the touch of his lips was as soft as a song.
His smile was as rare as an emerald.
His heart was covered by rock. I had to dig hard to find him.
I discovered his soul and like mine it is suffering.
Probably the main thing we had in common.
We understood each other's pain.
Nights I remember so vividly.
We find ourselves never in a place of our own, migrating floor to floor.
Walking endlessly, speaking continuously. 
He loves my song as he says it's like a lullaby.
We find ourselves exhausted until the BART train stopped. 
I was invited into his world, his home for the first time. The first time that night he said...
"I love you".
I came to find honesty in these three words for I knew he never spoke. Especially on how he felt.
He shared with me once why.
As I slept next to him I felt comfort I haven't felt often.
I awoke to see him smoking in deep thought playing Xbox.
I examined him and he noticed me watching him.
He smiled.
That smile can melt ice.
That smile melted the ice trapped around my heart.
That is the memory I hold on to of him.
The streets come and sweep out all the good in it's path.
Broken home, empty promises, and tremendous grief left him with few choices.
He aspired to be me.
He admired me.
One thing he didn't do was appreciate me, or be there for me.
He chose the only thing he could do for me with the love he had.
The best present he could ever give me.
My life.
The streets chose Antonio.
There is a quote that says
"When you love someone you have to let them go."
He loved me, and in order to protect me he had to let me go.
I try to remember the good things in order to keep that part of him alive.
He came into my life for a purpose.
He showed me how it feels to be alive.
He showed me how it feels to be entirely empty.
Most of all he showed me my own insecurities.
I have come a long way from the naive girl I was.
From all the hurt and pain Ive grown stronger.