Blank Page Staring

I have prolonged the agony
Of sleep and failure
Even when my pencil has abandoned me.

Where are those words which
Speak of your graces? I have searched
Through written reminders and odd collectives
Of related excerpts. Nothing found

How do I tell of tawny eyes staring
And a silhouette polished
For hours upon hours upon end?

Or of kisses that line themselves
Along my spine and soothe my fears
Or embraces that chase fears away?

I look under the carpet.
Nothing found.

Two Maples Leaves I've Found

A leaf flew from between the pages
that pressed. I wondered why it was alone.

Once there were two,
Both green and Maple. Back then,
We were better friends.

I know the other is nearby
I'll find it, if I think long enough
And look in the right place.

Has it been five years ago? Maybe just four…
You gave them to me?
They are not the only things I've kept.