You walked through my heart
Like Elizabeth Taylor
Your redhair
And
You commanded
My attention
What else was I suppose to do
I couldn’t live
Without loving you
Live without
We all lived
Now I’m dying
——
I still find pieces of you
Pieces of me
Of us
Inside all my notebooks
Mexican takeout Scribbled
I try to order the write
Words
Hoping to bring them together
But I know
I know
Regarding Samuel 