will you talk to me here
in the bowels of this long closed library
built before my father's eyes saw light
just after the final soldier passed
in that insidious war

I know you dwell within these walls
the timeless, seamless realm of the afterlife
talk to me now
give me more than a few words
though I can hear in them the longing

spirit that visits me not only in my dreams
but in my waking hours as well
here we are
alone where you need not be afraid
tell me of your life
of your death
of the dreams you had
how can I know you
from this side?