In the Book
I stare
at a blank
page
‘til it blurs
and burns
waiting
for the feeling
to fade
but it just stays
in the creases
quiet in the silence
dark in the corner
touched in the dust
that’s always there
like a shadow on the wall
that appears
and disappears
moving like the seasons
like a memory in the mind
too much at once
then not enough
not nearly
why can’t I find
closure
maybe there’s no such thing
maybe it’s on the faces
of us all
hidden behind the Hi
unnoticed in the Bye
TL