They didn't know that
her heart was perpetually on vacation,
between the pages of Austen and
Yes, they loved her
autumn smiles, her conversations, even
the jazz ensembles of her
clothes. But her heart
was locked in the New York Public Library.
The distance was far
too great, the risk far
After all, this was the place where Paul
Varjak told Holly
he loved her
and all she did was look at him.
— The End —