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,
the notes in the border are for nostalgia’s sake.
I dreamed of you again last night.
My adversary, always teasing me.
Your aura I barely recall yet you linger,
the suffering is not knowing what is real and what isn’t.
art by Rob Hefferan