What if I were to write a book?
Of love lost and found and then lost again
A book of what is to be alone
At last, and not at first
What if I were to write a poem?
One that transcends time and space and time again
A poem of what it is to be lost
And found, at the same time
What if I were to write an essay?
Of middles and endings and middles again
An essay of no beginnings
With no end in sight
Where are the words for such things?
How do I claim such places?
Who am I to say, anyway?