I want to put you into paper

to keep you here, in this space –

Out of my brain

And into my life.

I want to postpone your ending –

To glue you to pulp with pen

So memories remain

Static

and still –

Fragile and delicate,

Like the signature on a will.

I want to put you into paper –

To ground you,

here on earth

Out of my mine,

And written in time.