All Saints Valentine

In the land of the lost libraries
where we all secretly long to go
where the texts explaining everything
are kept and the disappeared dramas
and epics the stolen documents that prove
the existence of existence where
every real or imagined event is preserved
in canopic jars and colorful murals
that one place where what happened
is faithfully indisputably recorded
let’s call it the memory of the world
or in this case the suppressed
memories of the world
along with all the accidental losses
and the casual forgettings
upon which friendship depends
in that land of lost words
which alone can save us
come and find me