I left a message for you in a book.
It is like me to mark provocative phrases,
to shake them out in ponderous verses.
Do not read too much in the fallout of pages,
the notes in the border are for nostalgia’s sake.
I dreamed about love last night,
my adversary, always teasing me.
Your aura I only half recall yet you linger,
the suffering is in knowing what might be real.
Art by Fabian Perez