The Anonymous History of a Library Book
By Saywisely
1 min read
Aug 22, 2024
A coffee stain on page ten-four,
A folded corner, maybe more.
A faint perfume, a sandy grain,
A penciled note about the rain.
I do not know the hands that held,
The stories that this book compelled.
But in these traces, I can find,
The quiet ghosts they left behind.
A folded corner, maybe more.
A faint perfume, a sandy grain,
A penciled note about the rain.
I do not know the hands that held,
The stories that this book compelled.
But in these traces, I can find,
The quiet ghosts they left behind.