Sam and Me

Rest in Peace, my sweet sweet hippy boy.

The last time I saw him

He was bleeding in my yard

Still holding a piece of my broken window

Carving his arms with the shard

And I reached out to stop him

But, knew he was already free

And this was just the eulogy

Of what was left

Of Sam and me.

 

The first time I saw him

He had already been watching me

Just a shirtless kid in ripped up jeans

Bronze statue skin dredged in patchouli.

And he asked me for the time

And I asked him for eternity

But even that

Just wasn’t long enough

For Sam and me.

 

Life isn’t the same since Sam

And the truth be told

Without him, I am not sure who I am.

Am I the girl who made love in the rain

Or this pretend woman

So broken

And so f*****g tame.

And all the in-betweens

Flowing in my memory

Is all I have left

Of Sam and me.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[emipoemi]

As much as I'm a advocate for free speech and whatnot, the expletive here just comes off as a tad much in a poem so solemn, so profound, simply beyond description until that word. For, given the fact it's based on a true story (my condolences by the way), I can detect the emotional impact that exploded the expletive onto the page, however, on a poetic level, to be reading such a poem as is, and delving into the enchantments that it conjures, to suddenly come across a bombshell of a word in the middle of it all beauty and wonder that it has to offer mars the magic in a way. Just my opinion. This is otherwise enjoyably moving and very well done!