a one-way journey

one could

get lost in

the space between

the letters

on a page,

swimming against

the current of curves

and jagged lines,

amidst the swirls

of an s and the

loops of an o,

among the loneliness

of a z

and the enthusiasm

of an e.

one could

simply get lost

and never return;

and i would not

have the

courage

to

beckon

me

back.