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The weight of books
I discovered, is
So much lighter
When love rolls fast and
Easy off the tongue.
Love still asks for time
You know? And I know now
To unapologetically
Take
My sweet time
With books
The feel of a
Warm and gentle hand, run
Up and down the spine
“Relaaax,” he said, with
A soothing hush
“You’re with someone
who loves you.”
When we were new, I slept
With books in my bed,
These gifts, words sprung
From heart-wells, kissed
With ink, delivered by hand,
Now in stacks on
My bedside table, I did not
Rush to read them, they
Still love me, and I
Love them, too
And so I’ll remember
him, always, by books he
Gave me, books he
Doesn’t know he’s given
Me yet—the ones that
Will find me, books
I’ll take my time with
