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.