The Book
A photograph of us
tucked into an old paperback.
We took the book
to Rome long ago,
and I left it
on a bus.
I wonder if the book
and the photo survive still
on some shelf somewhere,
that our picture
still looks like a couple in love,
or
if it has been destroyed
(most likely),
that it lives on
as a ghost story
in some other novel.
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