I love to learn people’s stories.
They are my perpetually overdue library books
each checked out with the hope that
this one would be just right for me.
I am simply too nostalgic
to return them to the Universe on time.
My heartbreak is the late fee,
I pay it every time without fail.
But I go back to read more stories,
to fall in love again and again
with the contents of people’s pages.
I keep praying that one day the Universe,
The great librarian that she is,
will see the worn pages of someone’s heart
tucked safely under my arm,
look down her nose and whisper hushedly-
“That one you can keep, darling”.
Until that day,
I continue turning pages with care.
The right book is coming, I can feel it.