Papercuts

Raw Earth Ink

memories of you,
images in ink and sighs,
sift through the pages of my mind

a soft breeze fluttering,
a sharp gust, and I remember you:
your smile as you stroked my cheek,
the sun streaming through my hair,
my own smile reflected in your brown eyes

turn the page

and I woke to your strong hands
gentle and rough
I want to live in these moments forever

bookmarks and dog-ears,
you filled all the empty places in me
I learned to breathe

my fingers slide along the edges of my heart
pinpricks
papercuts of memory
they draw out tears instead of blood

my heart aches in my chest
I’m afraid I’ve faded from your mind
that I’ve been placed on a different shelf

I was worn out and well-read
but did you see the cream-colored spaces
between the carefully crafted script?

they say they know me
but they know…

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