written By
I still search
on the bookshelf
as if retrieving a lost
child, a missing parent
with just the right spell.
How grateful I am
you are still standing,
though I might
find you elsewhere,
on some screen.
I long to see your face
and feel your spine,
some proof that all
my fermented sorrows
have known this world
here in my hands,
held across my heart.
Pray backwards with me,
get lost again,
just you and me.
