Library Heart – A Poem

When you ran your fingers

through my secrets

The bomb that triggered

tore through every shelf

and the wind will not die


Broken bulbs not replaced

leave dark lines to delineate

the snowstorm pages

that remain

the only account


When your past is such as mine

you live for the future


But when a storm such as you

blows through?


I must gather leaves as best I can

Re-read the collage in this new half-light

And accept that this new library

Of rubble and partiality

Is now me


And I do


One eye mine

One eye you


I am much improved


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