All the versions
Of ourselves
We try to forget
And you struggle to remember
How you got here
And all the awkward
Conversations
You held so tight
The connotations
The invitations
The desperate flight
They are all suddenly
Sand in a jar
Soon to be
Gone
Gone
Gone in the wind
And suddenly
We are older
And trying to remember
How many steps forward we made
And to all of the steps back
Hoping we have enough time
To climb back up again….
Regarding Samuel 