In A Familiar Setting
I’m surrounded by a memory with a visual tear,
volumes, bindings, words waiting upon hands
and eyes, I remember her eyes
would cause me swoon,
when suddenly in the minute I turn,
she would stand, alone, content,
her chosen travels inside the parchment
only to pause to smile.
I remember moments well, and yearn
to see a familiar shoulder, a wisp of hair,
oh, her eyes, I wish only for those once more.