You’re Invited, You Know
Look, look at the rain pounding
into the dust outside, doesn’t it
sound like home? Like tin roofs
and shouting and laughter?
You would remember these
things, if you were here, and so
I say them to the empty space all around
me, to the memory of your presence.
We were made of different stuff, you and I.
I am stardust, never content with small and you
are the oak trees strong and steady, so
you know, I’ll visit you again someday
but I won’t stay. Will you forgive me for that?
Life is supposed to be built of love
but you and I have made it out of
minutes in the middle of years, out
of snapshot memories faded at the edges.
Look, look at this place and
how empty it is without you.
The world is big but our hearts are small
and you’re invited, you know. To come.
By Ghanaperu
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