A Doorway?

Perhaps this is just the memory of a doorway.
Or the sound of rain
In the morning mist infused with light.
Or of departure and absence.

Or perhaps this is about
The nesting of days, one fitting into the other.
And how

In the center
You and I remain
Together
Improbable connections.

Or
Perhaps this is
About nothing at all.

— June 2024 —