Somewhere
Inside those pages
Are places I’ll get to
And others I won’t.
Maybe,
In that book,
An old love letter
Lost
To be read one day by a stranger.
In that one?
A wad of gum,
A trap purposely set.
Fingerprints in that one
Chocolate or lipstick
Boarding pass over there.
I left you a note once,
On the first page of a book,
I was almost brave enough to give it to you.
Let’s make a deal
You and me:
I’ll start on the left side
You on the right side
And what we find
We split.
- Written in response to this prompt. (Good poems in the comments there.)
