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.

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