Thursday, May 3, 2012

Once More

Old words, which you once read
left scattered on the floor
now forgotten and upside down
just a book upon your shelf –
am I no more.


Perhaps I’m torn
tarnished at the edge
but I ask – is that not a sign
that I was once well read.


When we first met
you held me….
like a newborn leaf
just fallen from the tree.


You breathed me in
I was more than just a scent
dare I say –
I was once the very essence
and nothing less, nor more.


I’ll wait…..
one day you’ll see me sitting here –
your old friend
perhaps, I’ll be propped against the door
you’ll dust me off – invite me in
and you and I – will read together
once more.

1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful poem... I just love it @->--

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