Bookshelves

Old friends that gather dust,

No less your memories than before.

They hunch,

Leaning on each other.

Spines cracked

Down yellowing skin that is folded and worn

Comforts your fingertips.

Breathe in screeching metal,

Evergreen forests swirling with mist

That clutches

Lingers on blacked eyelids

While hot coffee scorches your thoughts

And your chest tightens from too much oxygen.

Keep breathing in.

A smile evolves like a plot on your face

Faltering when your favorite character dies.

Arteries pound with imagines adrenaline

Your mind snaps

Ready to fire.

Still. Breathe in.

Breathe until your lungs hurt

And crave more oxygen.

Inhale that addiction,

One that demands your fingers move.

Without becoming consciously aware,

Eyes open,

Skimming the page

Picking up your friendship where it left off.