I will always remember the night
you held this very book in your
hand and looked through it
gravely and said This is where you
write, and I said Yes and you
nodded like it was a good
thing, and even though I shouldn’t
need vindication from anyone,
I was relieved to have received
it. This is how I will see this book
from now on, even though
we fought the very next week
and you left.
The book is still here, my writing
bleeds through it. I will
imagine it laying in your hand.
You had beautiful hands, by the way.
by Cher Bibler