She asked me
If she would ever really be happy
If she could
Finally have the life she wanted
That night I wondered
if we would never be happy
Really, incandescently happy
What if that’s what made us create
What if we can see and hear other people
But that hunger in us
Would never be filled
And we would always be alone
What if there was always a corner
A piece of us
That would be separate
And we would always have to explain it
Or translate it
—-//
I told her surely down the road somewhere
Both of us could be
And I stood there afraid
That I was wrong
-E
Regarding Samuel 