I Met You In Your Story

I met you in a story long ago Between the pages of a book I found you there, pouring your heart onto the paper It was a mixture of tears, blood and flowers The blood fertilized the ground, Your tears watered it And out grew the blossoms They fell onto the starched white pages And became letters Sprinkled with periods, commas and exclamations Lots of exclamations. And there in that leather-bound volume I watched your life unfold I saw the scars upon your heart The gashes across your head The sores on your body And I saw the light within your eyes. I met you in a book you wrote So long ago And without even seeing your face I knew you so well. Strange More of you was revealed in that book Than could ever be told by your body.