Me

Words by Sam

Days aren’t like the last

That’s the marvel of it I suppose

Our time is borrowed

The time after my death even more so

But oh, how I wanted my last days with you

You seem to be everywhere and nowhere at once

You’re in every life I’ve met and haven’t seen

You’re the leaves that upturn along with my smile

Tripping over heartbeats and stuttered confessions

I leave my last adventure with you

Till we meet again.

— Yours truly, me.