Book store Girl

 I once wrote a poem back then

About someone I wished who'd stay

My one love, the Bookstore Girl. 

I wish I could see her. Again. Today. 

We were both writing love stories 

In the libraries, one, with two open books. 

Second in the cafes, with coffees, 

But the other one went off the hook. 

Coffees feel too cold

When I have them alone. 

Empty seats in the library and cafes, 

They all remind me of you. 

But today I found our book

With bits and pieces 

Missing from the pages that you took. 

You never gave me a reason. 

I'll forever wonder why

Cause this is the story of 

The Bookstore Girl and I.