Two Books
10/3/2026
We were two books
kept too close
and forgotten
by someone.
our breaths
turned the pages
and we started
reading each other.
the sea
from your torn pages
flowed
to my page
where I had written
of deserts.
the sky
from my pale pages
fell beneath yours
where you had kept
your feathers.
it was only
one moment
before the stars
could fall
in between.
then two strangers
found us.
one carried you
into the day.
the other
carried me
into the night.
and neither
ever knew
they had taken
half a story
with them...