7 minutes in the presence (for the competiton!(which was really the I.P.!))

I had only just locked the door behind me
& was already pulling the scarf to untie
the luggage off my back let it clatter
heavy on the linos promblem now,
I skipped every step,
my heart beat me to the top,
I jumped higher than I ever knew I could,
pulling the rope ladder down &
looked at the clock,
already climbing,
cruel overruling me,
warning over its face,
I would only be alone for seven more minutes,
so I opened the box,
pulled out the top book,
pulled the spine out of the cover,
the folded up in haste so many times,
most recent,
3 years ago,
my only letter from you.
Lets talk,
make it seem like forever,
just me & you again,
7 minutes in the presence,
in the memory of the other me.