Mattenz

my overdue book

My overdue book

Those hot summer afternoons
I used to sit there outside school
And dream of riding away
Hot tar and mountains on some distant day

Or in winter when the mist came
And did terrible things with my hair
I would escape to the library
Words would just sit and stare

One book felt like it was mine
I kept going back to it time after time
After those school days had passed I went back and searched for its spine
Like some miracle my overdue book was returned

It had one of those looks
Loved but slightly shabby and torn
I remember like yesterday the time I felt its touch
Like I feel now when I release the clutch

I still have my overdue book so full of words
Waiting wanting to be heard
My hand touches its cover and it is warm
My eyes touch its words and my love swarms

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posted by Mattenz @ 4:44 pm