The Artist Poem by Jesse Bauer

I've known you for a time,
but little do I know.
You change constantly,
your looks, your mind, your emotion.
A talk with you brightens my day,
I wish that I could only see you again.
Your freckled face from long ago,
still stuck inside my mind.
As you've grown, it only holds on tighter.
Your eyes have grown gentle,
your hair has grown to a wildfire.
everything has changed,
but I can still see that face.
The artist still lives in you,
anime figures on your old notebooks.
To me, just memories.
To you, a fantasy,
An enticement, a desire.
Beyond those times we talked on the bus,
my mind slips by on lost recountance.
Still I wish I'd learned more.
You strike my curiosity
like no one else before.
Ever changing.
You are many things.
The freckled artist.
The fiery curiosity.
You are missed,
Savanna.

Dedicated to Savanna Hillyer (find her on poemhunter.com)