by Samantha Esquibel
I write to someone
That I don’t know
But I feel like I do
Deep in my soul
I’m haunted by
Your eyes
I hear whispers of affection
Are they lies?
I see you
But never your face
You are perfect in every way
Sculpted with grace
Your eyes, your eyes
It’s always them
I can never picture them correctly
But ideas stem
They are always warm and gentle They
are the sun rising behind the clouds With
a pain underneath
Then dark clouds enshroud
Your smile, your smile
I see a constellation
But they deceive, deceive
I want an explanation
There are whispers, whispers
Of sweet, sweet nothings
Repeated in my head
Are those things, the things
Phantom touches, echoing giggles
I sense your presence
Your name is on the tip of my tongue
In my mind, I recognize your
essence
Your soul, your soul
I feel connected
You’re always with me
Your love reflected
Dear stranger, oh stranger
I’ll find you one day Our
souls are connected
You're never away.
Samantha is a high school student in Canada. Reading has always been her escape from reality, while writing was her outlet. Her other notable hobbies include playing herr bass guitar with a group of friends in a small girl band, obsessing over the dark academia aesthetic, and sharing hundreds of memes with friends who can't find enough time to respond to all of them (haha). She has her sights set on starting a blog and literary/art magazine with friends in the future, and hopes that by improving her writing skills through lit. magazines, she would feel more qualified to lead one.