on my shelf
that are borrowed.
favorites that were promised
to be returned,
but weren't.
do they wonder where they are?
every time i pick one up
i want
to give them back.
but don't.
for if i did, i might forget
the hand
that let me borrow them
to read,
and in returning them,
perhaps,
they too would forget
all about me.
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