Your life, in pictures,

is a reminder

of how I feel about You.

You are beside

My working desk,

You overlook me,

as I stretch and yawn

in the middle of the night, you

as a child

when I had to leave,

You

as an adult that has made me afraid…

Your presence

has filled me with love,

and it has driven me

to question, to anger, to fear…

I miss you always,

but I dislike being afraid of you,

instead of being afraid for you.

Dedicated to B.

Ian D. Hall 2022