If You Should Ever Find Yourself Looking

If you should ever find yourself looking for me

look by the riverbeds.

I’ll be deep in dialogue

with the tip of my pen,

Blanketed in the literary castle

I began building when I was ten.

And I promise you, you’ll find me there,

as the page drinks

thirsty for ink.

If you should ever find yourself looking for me,

search the graveyards of western pines.

I’ll be resting against a headstone of branches,

drafting maps like I did when I was nine.

And I promise you, you’ll find me there,

as the page drinks

thirsty for ink.

If you should ever find yourself hurting,

run to the riverbeds.

escape to the graveyards of western pines.

I will be there waiting,

with a castle of quiet refuge to shelter you,

to give you a map carved with clear lines.

I have poisoned the tip of my pen to protect you.

–S. Amoros