Little Library

Special, dark cavern of my mind

one that is a space to make clarity

out of confusion

A perfectly imperfect headspace

of nostalgia and out-of-reach dreams

A place of comfort

and grace but also

A home for echos of the past

in which I’m still trying to make sense of

“Keep going!”

“Do better!”

“Be Louder!”

“Why would you write that?”

The head questions the heart’s content and concerns

but this is my

safe space for memories dancing

and lighting up a thousand forgotten rooms

My little library of fantasies

velvet rich pictures of you talking endlessly

trying to explain to me

which mouth was worth listening to at the party