I sit where the music played
This space is mine
I sit now in hours where I danced
Greeting the world I had created
You walk with me yet you’re not there
Steps cemented with vibrations;
Vibrations of you
My body wrapped in yours
I know the photo exists.
A 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!
