books

lost
alone in these
stacks of books
a million
happy endings
at least one
metaphor
that reflects
where
i am
in my
languid
sorrow.

surrrounded
by books
but the only
one
calling
is the
book of matches.

one last
tall tale
written
in embers
across the
shadow
over her smile.

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