He took me with him to do
a quick errand at his College’s campus,
and dropped me off in the library.
A wide, open two story room with
a couple fairly dramatic staircases
and rows and rows of books.
I slowly walked through them,
enjoying that old paper smell,
and scanning for titles I recognized.
My heart would ache when I found
a book I wanted to read,
so I stored the names in my phone.
I hoped I blended in with all the quiet students
who were hunched over their laptops
with a notebook open in front of them.
I found a cozy chair and read the book I
brought with me while I waited for him
to get done.
Feeling more then happy to spend an afternoon
in a library.