Closed

I keep your sheets close to me.

Before bed I read them

with a heavy head

and weep

Tears navigate the curves of my cheeks

salty kisses linger around my chin

until

quick

don't wet the ink!

I wonder which words might have been meant for me,

inspired by me.

Did you know I'd read them one day?

Half way through,

turning the air-tight pages at the back

yet to be disturbed in the nine years they've been waiting for me.

There you are

released from the depths of your memories

and awakening mine

your voice echoes through the pages

your smell lit like a match.

I have to put it out.

Close the book.

I can't yet look.

How did you stay in there for all this time?

Perhaps just a peek

once in a while.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Those words, that book, the poems found after the other passes, or just leaves leaving behind the pages.
Was it love for the speaker, was it love for another?
Maybe never knowing for sure is the best course...then the speaker can always imagine those words were meant for .....?

[Laura Kate]

I think it's best to keep the mystery alive with this one, Jacob :) Thank you for reading.

[Robert Trakofler]

this is wonderful I really cant say more... okay grand it is grand your expression and its intents are wonderful I read this after I saw Jacob reviewed this and I enjoyed it

[Laura Kate]

Hi Robert, it was lovely to read your review. Thank you for taking the time to read and leave your thoughts, I'm glad that you like this piece :) I'm heading over to your page now. Take care, Laura.