fill rectangular glossy paperback memories,
pinned to bulletin boards
and thumbed in the fading light of Summer’s dusk.
Next to overturned boxes and
hiding behind glass-eyed guardians of bookshelves and pyramids of dust.
Book marked between the pages of a Brave New World and Lonely Planet guides.
Our smiles pressed firmly onto our faces in a permanent marker of laughter.
These are the accumulation of bus rides,
and airport terminals,
of lost sleep and unexpectedly found rest.
Of peanut butter dinners and cheap wine.
Of the wonder in wander,
and the company of loneliness