It’s the last dance that I remember the most.
When notebooks, clothes, and glasses change,
what I remember are the feeling, the thoughts, and the sceneries.
Like a candlelight in darkness, my memory is ingrained.
A breath becomes a word, a feeling, and a promise.
A knowing look pierces the core of unspoken thought.
A gesture unlocks the familiarity of countless moments.
Ephemeral, our moment is.
And we hold it without a regret,
brimming with hope, reverence, and gratitude.
1.10.2026
Ralph with Coffee 