Nathan Lovitt is a second year student from Tacoma majoring in English and Theater. His passion for art motivates him to act on stage, build sets for Tacoma Little Theatre, start a band with his friends, and now write poetry.
I lay in my own bed, the same I’d had since high school. It had seen so much – the growing pains of a rebellious child, trapped between the insurmountable walls of stern parents; the never-ending tears left by naïve heartbreak; the dirty, salt-caked uniforms left by long nights working for little pay; the lascivious days and nights spent running in desperation from the past. And now it has seen me soak you in. Commit every detail of your face to memory. Listen to every word with an enraptured gaze. Hold you like you’re the last source of warmth for a dying vine. There I laid and there I fell in love. There I opened my heart. There I learned to trust. So many years gone by, so many with their challenges and joys. But they all paled in comparison to the joy I felt when I saw you smile.
And there we were, you and I, with new life in our arms. There was fear in your eyes, the pain and worry of past loss etched in your expression. This small thing, so infantile and vulnerable, something you wanted, but taught yourself not to accept. I held this new little beginning close and firm. It was my secret, at first. I couldn’t deny them, and as time went on I couldn’t hide them. They were – and are – so innocent. So new and beautiful. When they took their first breath, we too could take ours. We named them Love.