there are days when feeling
has nothing to do with knowing
that introductions in the library
come too late. perhaps
they come too soon

missing all my chances
to wander in the dark
after you, following you,
showing you how many flaws
i've collected this month.

instead taking photos in the shadowed room,
hoping to find a most meagre sentiment
to justify myself;
a hopeless cause
i have been less.

tried to save myself the time
& save yourself the trouble,
took a wrong turn on my way to you
fell down the steps on my way to you,
i do not know the way to you.

the lonely pen seems enough
since the day i noticed
you only carry two.

i have fallen in love with all the things that you do.