I. Sacred piles of papers and books
Our rooms look the same
I am at home.

II. The spirit of Socrates
Smiling upon conversation
And the exchange made
Between you and I
The profundity of your experiences
Reaches me when you speak
I want to weep
On account of knowing you
I am still -
And listening forever
I am undulate -
And need to be heard
You are
Generating smiles out of me
Friend, I cherish our time.

- karrie