You walk
through my written words

that I strew
before you

faced with
the blankness

of the next day
of the next page

I create the next word
like a stepping stone

from sentence
to sentence

keeping you alive
as I write

I take your hand
and guide you through

this forest of words
(don’t be afraid)

the sound of your footsteps
the itchy scratch of my pen

I write you alive again

make you turn
& kiss me

again...again

even if it’s only
a paper kiss

a paper kiss

the paper cut of memory.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-kiss/