Flickers

 

It’s crazy that every time I pick up a book I think of her.

Whenever I am immersed in reading she flickers into my thoughts.

I just want to ask her what she felt when reading it.

What did the author’s words make you feel?

 

One day I will pick up the phone and call her.

That one day will be too late.

She would have erased me from her thoughts.

Her mind swamped of another man’s brilliance.

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