Do you remember?
She used to word-***** at times like these

When the panic bar just got a little too high
She grabbed tight all the dictions and phrases from memories
Splattering down broken grammar and random words
Desperately knitting meaning to sentences
A terrible hoarder, she is.

Do you remember?
She did understand.

But she has lent you too many chapters of her story
Now her library looked like it was picked empty
Except for the few cardboard boxes she desperately hid behind the run-down shelves

She has led you in too many hallways
Now she wept and swept the floor with her sorrow
Scattering ripped pages of her crumpled paper heart
As she learned to be alone

Everything happens for a reason
But the night has come
And you were gone
The library has to finally sleep in