In a fetal position, I sit
buzzed cut, scarlet carpet
under me
propped up against iron bars, digging into my back
Stained glass memories cast colored shadows on the floor and bodies of those surrounding me
My head rest against the mahogany railing,
tea candles rest on the floor
casting watercolors of still life portraits through my tears
hallow silence
echoing against stone arches
Warmth
arms graze arms
surrounding me
never has anything felt to right
never have
I felt so blessed
to have those whom sit beside me
all is at peace within the silence
I look up and remember