Wonder

Who do you wonder about?
who is imprinted on the corner edge
of that page
in your book
worn at the edges
of memory and time
but its still there

every so often
there is a line
a laugh
a look
comfortingly familiar

like the time you felt the warmth of the sun
touch
something no one had seen before

your fingertips know by heart
that worn, imprinted edge

there were the good
the bad
the ugly
all there
with their distinct
rips and tears

but only this one
you still wonder
like a child’s fingers
clasped around
a beautiful secret

who is it
that wonders about you?