Someone wishes they could slow you down
take a photo; change your mood
with the tilting of seasons

Someone is launching satellites in your eyes
finding questions to ask over and over
for years to come

Someone’s somebody else came round
walked in, ordered drinks
for two…

and more stories are all we need
to turn this page, dog-eared for the last time
returned to that old bookstore aroma.

Someone found you between fiction and classic
literature, far from the complications of self-help
clutching authors like friends

and drinks, to your chest