Bereft

You were a picture in a book      nestled between a cranny and a nook     where I could close my eyes and see       but the library locked its doors        and I am prostrate on the floor              you do not belong to me               you do not belong to me

From "I Fly in the Clouds," part of my poetry collection, The Snow Documents.  You can purchase it here:
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