I look around me
Listening to the echoes
The photographs
The faces
The voices whispering in my ear

Fingers from the past
Clinging on to me
Clutching at my clothes
Tempting me to stay
Wait, a little longer

Inside, I know
There is somewhere I must go
A rendezvous awaits
In some quiet space
As yet undiscovered.

Rendezvous by Steve Roberts, July 2007