The old book store.

I went to an old book store

to pick out a novel. 

One with bent pages & highlighted sentences

that give you further details about the ones who left it on the shelf.

A worn down spine;

which was many people's reason to not even think to take a second glimpse at it. 

This book reminded me of you.

Existing, but not being taken away by life's adventures.

All because you're too caught up in your sadness.

Maybe even too caught up to notice

how much you really mean to me.

Author's Note

thoughts?

Reviews

[zach h.]

This is a great little poem. I like the way that it makes you start to think of one thing, and then you switch it up on us, and it shows something totally different. The ending was touching. I'd be curious to know what the inspiration behind this piece is. My only critique is that at the end of the first stanza you use 'many' twice. I can understand that it adds effect, but (in my personal opinion) it kind of hinders the flow of the poem. Once again that is just my opinion. I really liked this a lot though. Thank you for sharing it with us all.

[Tatiana Havens]

Thank you so much! I realize now that I should take out the second maybe!