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,
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