My synonym for love is an empty library
By empty, I mean full but untouched
By full, I mean intact but internally crushed
Your carpet is a river,
Noone’s around to bathe in
Your shelves hold secrets,
Sitting songbirds of wisdom
I could compare you to a prison,
The books would be the captives
I would gladly be your inmate,
But the fact is...
Miles are between us,
And no compass can compete
You’re bound to this spot,
Stairs planted on concrete
Two stories worth of stories
Novels written by nobodys
And I just want to be your somebody
Not a classic case of Sense & Sensibility
“Proximity” is the best word since “insensitivity”
So surely there’s a map that’ll lead you to me
With a big red X painted in blood
That’s IRON FOR YOU
Four letters scribbled in the legend,
“I yearn for you”
Follow the flock of hot-air balloons,
And soon enough, you’ll know where
For anyone can see, a place like you,
Doesn’t belong in the middle of nowhere
Your walls don’t talk, they whisper,
Your shelves don’t take, they give
Filled with books waiting to be read,
An encyclopedia of reasons to live
Let me borrow one and sift through its pages
Even if I only last the prologue,
Love, you stand alone like you’ve been standing here for ages
DVWG Poet Abigail Handojo