Ivy and bricks, dust in the hall,
paint peeling down the walls.
We found these when we came
to say so long. We brought flowers,
stories, poems. We snuck in of course.
Blue winter light washed the kitchen,
silence held the huge space in the hall
full of the presence that always said
to anyone lucky enough
to wind up that stair, Stay a while,
what are you dreaming?
Stay long enough and it's yours.
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