i hold this book i
hold it in my hand
my past. future. present:
all wrapped up
like love in a box.
pink crocodile tears i cried
on the cover i
flip the pages and
think of you
i read things here
that i forgot
and it dawns on me
like sun in massachusetts:
some sweet day this book
will be my ticket
back to you.
i take it with me
when i leave,
afraid
it might catch on fire
before i finish.
i touch the little golden edges
with my time worn fingers
at night
and i dream
about how
it will be.
locked up tight
inside your story,
i see
a little piece of light
getting through.
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