You are paper

I imagined I might leave you behind But I will bring pieces of you with me. There will be your hands on the folded corners of my book, There will be your handwriting pinned to my wall, There will be your essence when I write, Your absence in the night. There will be your beliefs when dark touches the light. I will have pieces of you In the letters we will exchange And I will give you pieces of me By putting words to a page. You are paper, Scribbled with scripture, Torn apart and stuck together again. You are paper, Stashed away on a shelf, Sought out by my unsteady self. You are paper And I am a flame.