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