Somebody Memories Poem by Timothy Long

They come flooding to be noticed and the be found, to smile and be proud, I want to be someone, I want to be something to be myself with no jealousy of wanting to be someone else or of others, to find a life to live and prosper from, betrayal will not shake my fathom hope to be somebody to someone and have something with a faith in living to a fault, never falling, never falling in trying, rather to succeed what I have and what I want and need, for somebody to see me for me as if being free, somebody to hug and hold and to grow old, nice and never mean, I want to be seen with someone I love, in the end just somebody to be there with something.