This brief moment you hear me

Slipping your fingers through the pages

Words I wanted everyone to see

Preserved for my life and through the ages


Below, pen, paper, hand, this small ember

Above it, a trillion messages on my screen

The needle in the haystack that I remember

Reflections of you and where you’ve been


© Christopher 2022

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