“Please come in and make yourself at home”
I settled into the nook on your couch
The steam from your coffee cup which I claimed as my own fogged up my glasses
I befriended the silences between rambling sentences and sighs
And stamped the art on your walls into my memory
I learned you on a Wednesday at one in the afternoon
And knew you in a vision when we were wise and grey
Your silhouette at nightfall kept me sound
While your hands told stories words could not convey
But I lost track as the arrows moved along
Blindly, I overstayed my welcome