“I came up with a new reason To write your name today I plagiarized each letter From a love note you wrote me. The scent of ink was sacred to me In that relapsed moment… For a minute I could pretend The paper reminded me of your skin; I could pretend the glimmering ink Was the moonlit lake Of our summer night. But the pretending crumpled with paper And I threw us into the trash can For the bridge between us is long burned And it’s time I accepted that.”
Book:Bending The Universe