STULL’S STILL LIGHT

I walk tirelessly through the empty spaces of this place.

The echo

laughter of the past

keeps me company.

It seems to me impossible

but I cradle myself

in the folds of a rarefied time

to

The hope of your return

pushes me to come back here

everydAY

And every day I repeat

that tomorrow

will be that

quite right.

These rooms

will come back to life,

my clothes 

they will come back

to wrinkle in the strength

of your embrace . . .