I wonder if you lie,
and where you lay.
What section of the library
can I find you?
What distractions will I meet
if I found you there, and
how open is your book?
How much do I have to read, or
have I said too much?
I'm already writing the answer
to my wondering, but
there is always more
to uncover in the breaks.
Your heart is as glass, as
the one I harbor haplessly.
I wonder if you're happy.
If only to give me direction.
Will you be my bible, my
basic understanding of,
this thing they call
love?
There is always a love section
no matter how many books, or
people willing to read, but
you are personal, so
tell me,
is your story worth reading?
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
