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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