thin lines
I watched you trace the pages,
methodically
following the faded design -
your hands; the thin bones of your wrist, your fingers long, narrow
unlike I remember –
across your face, thin lines draw bookmarks; years written
on thin lines, contrasting the new paint
on a blank wall
I trace the lines with my hand,
retrieving a smile; eyes
simulate recognition – one thin line
connecting a fading past
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2008
Posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United......
