Fingerprints Left on Book Corners
Poetry I read by lamp light.Sometimes, I wish it were a candle,that you had lit for me.I could watch the wax melt,for hours.Drip. Drip. Drip.A simple, soothing sound.A heartbeat you had left behind.Drip. Drip. Drip.I would reach out,and touch the flame.Let it burn the skin of my palm.A brand.I would treasure the scar forever.Your name …