"Whispers from Beyond"

I'm standing in the doorway of a room I can't return to.

Watching you step lightly through a world that feels too late.

Black dress, trembling hands, eyes that don't want answers.

And I can't reach across the distance life let us create. You don't look

like the child who used to chase the morning. Bare feet on

the gravel. Laughter like a spark. But I remember every sunrise

with your small hand in my jacket. And I hold those days like

lanterns in the dark. But you came, you came when you didn't owe