Essence of Human

I write the lines
but who writes me.
Where do I start
and another begins?
When I walk alone
and your memory
is with me,
am I truly alone?
Where is my boundary
if I can not meld?
Am I just human
or is there more to me
then that?
If I have a spirit
is that my essence,
or is it all of me?
Where does my spirit live?
Is my spirit there
when my body is gone?
Does a picture of me
know if I have been
noticed and talked to
after my body has gone?
The primative say
a picture can capture
a soul.
I talked to a picture
but it seemed like
nobody was home.
Yet, I have a memory
of when someone was there.
I found words that
described the picture,
yet, I could describe
the picture differently.
Sometimes my version
of you seems different
then the version
I feel from you.
I wonder if my picture
talks to your picture
when neither of us is here.