Shelved

Geez i let this guy stroll through my mind, never reaching his destination
he shows up in real time
with a look of desperation,
but says nothing just to confuse me,
i trace the steps we've created to what i thought was going to be us,
but turned into a struggle of words, a brawl of some sort,
finding the words to describe what we were,
as if human wasn't enough
each emotion that was strung in each memory,
felt more like our fractured limbs taped together more than anything,
And i still didn't know why all my tears could be traced to the lines of his hands,
as if it were a drain with my name etched on the ends to an ocean of letters never sent.
in my mind he was in the crammed spaces of the overlapping library,
sitting in the back with me on a ledge,
shelved,
beaten spineless,
torn,
our eyes were gazing left to right at beauty,
inhaling each word, each phrase, each curve and point in our essence of being.
Yet in actuality we were drowning in silent oceans,
 waves would pass of blank pages, pens poised i couldn't even write his name,
inked with a sickening passion too deep to find ingredients,
 it was a matter that couldn't be created or destroyed,in existence before words were formed.
but even in distances too far we read our stories to each other,
not worrying about the meaning of each letter, each word, and each phrase,
we just felt,
and that was enough for us both most days.