“Everlasting” by Samantha Shipman


He smiles.
As though there were something on his mind,
yet he never tells me.
I laugh.
As though I really understood.
Maybe someday I will.

You are
on the outskirts.
Always leaving
but never gone.
Constantly waiting
for something to carry you away.

I am
always leaning.
Tipping first one way
then the other.
Weaving back and forth
between who I am
and who I could be.

He smiles.
In the back of my mind
it's all I can remember.