That person—

that oblivious person.

That person that gives me a reason to wake up

each morning,

every morning,

because thinking that I have not fulfilled what I want to fulfill

with them

would be thinking of failure.

That oblivious person,

who gives me the will to do anything,

who grants me the power to go farther,

who bestows the determination to stare down fear,

who lends me indifference to danger,

as long as I think of them.

That oblivious person,

who gives me power beyond any limits,

does not even know

that they are that person.

Sometimes when I look at that person,

I find it odd how they could be so oblivious

to what they have given to me—

to what they continue to give to me

when I feel daunted,

or frightened,

or weak.