To long-ago rooms,

Offering me, as to 九九藏書a child, an attic,

Trinkets ohtｔｐｓ://ｒｅaｄ.99ｃｓｗ.cｏｍf borrowed loves.

Baubles ohｔｔps://ｒeａｄ•９9ｃsｗ•ｃｏｍf stolen kisses.

Trunks of secret wｈｔｔｐｓ://rｅａd•９９csｗ.ｃomords,

I CRY.

Gatherings of days too few.

When 九-九-藏-書you come to me, unbidden,

Beckoning me

Where memories lie.