A Different Kind of Room

It is not unlike
the smallest bedroom
in a drafty old house.

It was empty
so I started
filling it
with things
I thought you
might like :

ribbons of morning light
flat stones

Not sure what it
looks like
from where you
are standing.

I see you

peeking in
steering clear
of the doorway.

Just as I cannot
leave this place
you cannot enter.

There is
a draft
the door
carrying specks
of dust.

Or magic.

So much catches
in the light

Even us.

As long as we’re
telling the truth,

even us.

You know I'd love to hear from you !

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