A Brief Touch

I have been to libraries

more times than I can remember,

yet I have never finished

a single book.

There was a time

when I would touch

almost every book I saw.

I used to think

they needed someone

to notice them.

So I held them

for a little while,

feeling the texture

of their covers,

a brief touch,

enough to tell them

they were understood,

they were loved.

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