I'm looking for a window
a door
maybe it's a bridge
to carry me over
the past fifteen years.
Memories
and milestones
drifting, reflecting.
I keep on, further
until there's this tunnel
a hidden passageway.
Exiting the other side
it's eerie yet familiar.
Its air is cool, thick
like hands submerged
in damp soil at night.
It's comforting, safe
and I want to linger here
sit a while
rest my eyes
see into tomorrow
and the day after that.
See it on the 25th day
then the 75th day
until it's the 365th
and what I see
is our new home.
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