Went back into the darkness to retrive a book when I found these other ones you had given me some six years ago in another fall.

I had discarded nearly everything you gave me except these few books, even though that other set of sewen pages (or days) had no value left at the end, these were bricks in that wall I built around my bed.

Finally, today time had done its work. An arabesque of yellow-green mold was woven through your inscriptions on their fronts: happy birthdays, wishes, loves etc.

I left them by the trashcan on the sidewalk.