• It Wasn’t Because of the Books

    I

    I go to the Library anytime I can, because she’s there,
    The way her glasses reflect the sunlight, I’ve never seen anything as fair.
    She looks up from her book and waves a pleasant hello my way,
    She considers me a regular for I’m there almost every day.

    II

    I was wishing our conversation would break off from the norm,
    But alas, it’s always “Looking for a book ‘cause your bored at you dorm?”
    I answer “Nothing specific, nothing at all. Just a bit idle so I need a book.”
    She responds with a nod, “We’ve got new arrivals. Here, take a look.”

    III

    She shows me the computer, a list of titles on its screen.
    But in order to see the list properly, over the counter I must lean.
    I lean forward, her face closer to mine that it has ever been,
    I feel my face get red. I lost my cool. But hey, I’m only fifteen.

    IV

    I snap back to my senses, and gave the list a scan.
    I read as slowly as possible, prolonging this joy for as long as I can.
    Eventually, I returned to my previous posture, straightening my back.
    As to not raise any more awkward moments, I walk to a random book rack.

    V

    “I guess that’s as close as we can get.” I said, sighing.
    “I’m probably better off alone.” But I knew I was lying.
    I leave with a feeling of defeat in my chest.
    “I think I’ll go back to my dorm and rest...”