Lovers of Beauty, Starved

Some enter into us briefly...

when the world seems

devoid of meaning...

indifferent to our small

existence in it...

Some stay for a few brief minutes...

some stay for hours...

some might even stay the night in

our strange dwellings...

Some may leave a mark...

reminders of their visits to

our foreign lands...

some leave

only a scar...

Others, still, make a home in us...

occupying a space

inside our hearts...

where we awaited

their presencing only...

This is our task...

to remain unexposed...

to be still

in the clearing...

Because some people

They stay...

—Anonymous