You can still come to my door
a decade hence
Broken, or unbroken
Seeking solace, silences, or nothing
but a cup of warm embraces
or unspoken spaces
or breast to lay your weary brow
We can talk, or tilt, or tarry
Bury or unbury
secrets, time, memories, or wisdom
You have made your way
away, and back again
Here, there is always welcome
friend