My favorite memory
is trapped in a book.

And this book
is most definitely not
the kind of book
that everyone gets to read
and this book
is most positively not
the kind of book
that everyone buys at a bookstore
for some ridiculous price
of $12.89.

I think that I might
have to back up;
just a couple of steps.

Not too far
but just far enough
so that everything will make
the most perfect
sense.

Maybe.

This book
that I talk about
in poetic phrases
is not really a book.

This book
that I write about
using carefully chosen words
is metaphorical.

When somebody asks me
how long it has been since
I've seen
my best friend
I'll reply that
it was just yesterday.

I saw him
in my book.

Just last night.

When I flipped back
some pages
to August
the 23rd.

2009.

And I read
the pages
and the words
that I'd entered
that day;
and although
it was
actually
days
months
years
ago,
I can see it
and feel it.

Just like yesterday.

I can feel myself
flying
and feel myself
feeling.

Just like
it was
yesterday.