There’s this man from the past I am thinking about
A trophy in his hand and a movie sold-out
He left to be someone, to create, to achieve
And what he found instead, was above all he believed
He inspired me then, he inspires me now
He left a hole in me, this I can’t disavow
I miss our convos, his POV so shrewd
I’d call him every day, if that wouldn’t be rude
I have so many questions I want answered by him
I need his keenest advice to soothe my mind so grim
But to talk to him I must, travel to the other coast
Why of all the men I know, I still admire him the most?
Moments of Experienced Happiness 