Reading a library book
is like hanging out with a friend
who has end-stage cancer
and it can't be long now. You linger
by their bedside while they whisper
out their story, afraid
lest a single drop be lost.
And then, their time has come.
And then they are overdue.
It's amazing what a little hope
can do.
But eventually, they're gone.
And you're back in the library
again, looking for a new friend
who will not be yours for long.
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