em with elle

she takes her pieces of paper
binds them with ribbon and rake.
saunters along with a taper
to burn all the letters from sight.

i move scraps from page to pages
hope that someone finds them
somewhere in the long vast ages
digital and winding.

she writes with pen and paper scraps
i write with tapping fingers
but i bet we share the trap
of wanting things to linger

far past the time we're here ourself
far past the ages' gamble
a message to the future, past
like thoughts demanding ramble.