[Poetry] Dusty Old Books

My dear dusty old books,

I know,

we haven’t been talking for a while.

I know,

you have been thinking about me for a while.

But you know it,

this sorrow of separation is mutual,

Unending and immutable.

 

My dear dusty old books,

I know,

You have new tales to tell,

about life; about past, present and future.

I know,

You have vivid emotions to portray,

some of guilt, some of happiness and excitement

But you know it,

The forgiveness will be mutual.

 

 

Because we know ,

what we both have been through.

But I promise I would, lay a gentle kiss,

on the forehead of a newborn idea.

And heal the ache on your sorest spot.