Remember that time we had an original thought?
Started by his voice
she put down her book.
The book with no pages.
Removing her glasses,
the ones with no lenses.
Her mouth stinging from a memory she couldn’t share,
the one she kept in that book.
Started by her inner voice
she paced towards him,
measuring the equidistance between them
to that thought.
Still right where it should be.
I must write this in my book she posed,
right after I find my glasses
originally posted Nov 22nd, 2016