You walk br through my written words br br that I strew br before you br br faced with br the blankness br br of the next day br of the next page br br I create the next word br like a stepping stone br br from sentence br to sentence br br keeping you alive br as I write br br I take your hand br and guide you through br br this forest of words br (don’t be afraid) br br the sound of your footsteps br the itchy scratch of my pen br br I write you alive again br br make you turn br & kiss me br br again...again br br even if it’s only br a paper kiss br br a paper kiss br br the paper cut of memory.