This space is mine
I sit for hours staring
Greeting the world I have created
You walk with me yet you’re not there
Steps cemented with vibrations
My body wrapped in yours
I know the photo exists.
This photographic memory
Tender touches and grace
Windows light and fire blares
A crest to my back illuminates
Your words are mine.
You thought I might doubt
I do not; I will not!
My truth moves forward.
