THE BOTTOM OF WRITING

On a comma, behind a period and a comma
among forgotten letters
of ancient inscriptions
I discover engraved
your initials.

In some unspoken expressions
in some pauses and silences
the echo of your name
is heard.

In the imperceptible folds of words
in the depths of folded meanings
your form is discerned.

A permanent meeting place for us
the intersection of words.
The bottom of
writing.