friend
You can see right behind my curtains
without trying to lift the edges
because it’s just cellophane to your eyes
and water in your hands.
I am the metaphoric book
whereas you are the impromptu editor
crossing out my fragments and convolutions
with your felt-tipped pen.
You untangle the knots in my thoughts
and weave them
into something that makes a little more sense.
I hope life will only make us closer
and any distance won’t be distant at all.
