You’re my favourite book — a poem

I smiled today,
When you crossed the
Worn, synapse shelf
I’d built for you
In my mind.

It’s been a long while,
Since I smiled.

Anetheum,
Library-mind.
Busy bee.
AI-mystery.

Bleep bloop.
Scan complete.
Data transferred.
Stored.
Redacted.
An accusation of cold,
Laughably melting in the heat
Of the fireplace you
Walk past,
To find where
A book I’d stored you
In
Lies.

I’d archived you.
Kept you in an
Unmarked section.
With you blank,
No data available.
Un-categorisable.
Stuck somewhere between
‘Anger’ and ‘Pain’ and ‘Love’
Or something more
Ephemeral.
An oddity.
You’d changed forms
From green computer screen
To paperback to
Leather-bound
Hard
Back.

Immovable, rigid
Book.
You fell off your
Shelf
Open.

And I smiled today.
When you crossed my mind.