Seven Seals

If you were a book

you'd be

A hardbacked, solid piece

handsomely bound

in cloth

I'd pick you up 

all the time

And I would hold you

just looking at the cover, 

tracing the title

There's a false sense 

of familiarity about you

I've seen the words on your pages

So many times,

neat rows of print

But knowing all of them 

by heart

Means nothing

because they are just lines,

straight and empty

It doesn't matter

how many times 

I browse your pages

They are just paper,

silent smooth

There is only

your spotless appearance

I try to read

between the lines

But all I see is white space