09/02/2026
That Room
Take my hand,
let’s walk
into a dream.
That day of life
comes back.
As we walk
the pier of time,
every wave
remembered.
What you asked
and my replies.
So long ago.
The sounds of
seabirds flying,
other ghosts.
You seemed
a pillar, certain
in my hand.
A time of us,
to live,
to share.
To come
back to.
black