Well at least I’m walking now
But talking might be a struggle
Do I have ideas
Can I think of things
I fear I will get no reaction

Could it possibly be
I’m out the door
Sitting in a small cafe
I turn my head
So glad I’m able

She sits serene
Reading a book. So close.
I could touch her table
She turns her head
With the slim est of smiles
She speaks to me

Last edited by Bill Draper; 02/09/26 05:59 PM.