Daytime Depression #2
When I Loved You Between the Pages
When I first walked into your room I realized I wanted to adorn your bed the way
Books so dedicatedly decorated the shelves that lined your room
I wanted to be the book you read before shutting your eyes
The one you hesitate to put down
The one you can only let go of until after your eyes adjust to the dark
And you can read just a few more words
I want you to place me on your bedside table underneath a glass of water 1/4th of the way full
As if you believe the meager weight of the glass could hold back the entire world beneath my cover
As if you’re scared I’ll open my pages and fly away before you wake
i want to be the story you find tangled in your sheets the next morning
Lazy weekend smiles are shared as I wake up
And as you reminisce about last night with a tender warmness that makes it feel like you’ve known me for years
“Why must connection be so fleeting?” Your eyes seem to scream at me in the moments we are most connected
But your story, my love, I want to read again,
And again, and again
And again
-mal harris