Days: Andrew MacIntosh
Andrew MacIntosh
After his workout, he took off
his shirt, and admired the man—
thickening shoulders, deepening chest—
the mirror returned to him.
He was so close to his reappearance
he could hug him
with his powerful arms.
After his workout, he took off
his shirt, and admired the man—
thickening shoulders, deepening chest—
the mirror returned to him.
He was so close to his reappearance
he could hug him
with his powerful arms.
Comments
We are but a child inside looking out for an image or an exterior for a hug, for love.
A longing, an emotional need that sometimes could only be quenched by the reappearance of the created love.
You put it very nicely.