bookshelf

Today a friend gave me her old bookshelf,

a thing I love so much.

It’s such an intimate thing.

It’s where our friends live,

where we place our favorite memories,

where we keep our favorite words.

Now I have inherited those friends,

those memories,

those words,

and they reside with my own.

And as my friend and I move on

to different and new things,

our memories together will sit on

those sweet shelves,

anxious for the moments I glance over

and smile.

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