Photo by Ethan Bethune
I wonder if anyone ever really escapes their origins?
Do we run continuously?
I think we are who we are
Never mind the what
So long as The Who in us overcomes,
Can we overcome?
I woke up and reached for you
But you’re not here
The bed is empty
I was afraid
What if years had passed
Would it be the same
Without you here?
I was afraid to look in the mirror and see
If I was older
Would I remember the taste of your lips?
The curve of your hips
Your eyes burning through me
I think my soul
Looks for you
In every room
No one else is you…
Regarding Samuel 