• leah_mammen 9w

    I finally pick a book on the third shelf
    Which was higher than I thought
    I made a jump for it
    And the book landed in my arms
    Letting a tiny note slip out.

    It was a list of dates and names
    Of the previous readers
    I flipped the piece of paper
    And to my surprise
    I found a love note to Sarah
    From a lad named Mark.

    He described his love using page numbers from the book
    And asked her to treasure those priceless looks
    A bond made over love for failed literature
    I begin to imagine this situation sixty eight years ago