I went back in time
and found a younger me
leaving poems behind,
unpublished,
unread,
waiting in the dark.
I brought them forward
one by one,
like messages
from a life
I had forgotten living.
Different years.
Different loves.
Different wounds.
But somehow
the same voice
was waiting there.
So this book
is not new.
It is a door
I finally remembered
how to open.