950
These conversations.
These poems.
They're all
just ways to endure.
To help me carry on
when I can't
go on.
May they become
my wings.
Are the numbers...
still
in their places?
Did you ever
look at
those framed poems?
The ones
I left for you
instead
of my
photos.
Did you ever
come looking
for me?
And now...
Is this
my conversation
with you?
Or
my conversation
with myself?
These poems.
They're all
just ways to endure.
To help me carry on
when I can't
go on.
May they become
my wings.
Are the numbers...
still
in their places?
Did you ever
look at
those framed poems?
The ones
I left for you
instead
of my
photos.
Did you ever
come looking
for me?
And now...
Is this
my conversation
with you?
Or
my conversation
with myself?
950— talk to me
950 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt July 26, 2026