got lost in a used book store today
down in the basement where they keep poetry
and tomes on anthropology and wilderness hikes
and i looked fervently for your name
ran my finger across the spines of so many words
over and over, looking for your letters
for the words that told the story of your love for her
all of her madness and brilliance and the things
that made her the most beautiful tree ever dreamed
still branching out, or a bird still singing from bookshelves
even though her voice has been silenced all these years
but i didn't see you there, nor her
and felt sorrow for you both as i climbed the stairs
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