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The connections we build.
With the places we live
The places we work

Mine are no different
I realize
As my eyebrow raise

The nervous system, of dust
tattered books and creaky tarnished flooring
alerted my gut
that she

She was here
My wait over

I could see her fingers wrap
around the present id left her

Again I felt her settle to the floor

Then I slowly stood, taking care to lay my own book down
I would sneak this time
and so I did
winding like a python through the underbrush of literary volumes
flowing until I could hear her hum

Standing there, opposite a mirror
her bookshelf between us
I knew this might be my last chance

I let my vision fall, one shelf at a time
until at last i saw the book held in front of her
Her chestnut hair flowing down onto frail shoulders
Her humming slight and sad
The sound of a pages turning hungrily

“Excuse me” I began, but the book she read dropped
A turquoise shimmer of her skin as my eyes met a cerulean blue
it felt like a bubble popped

One moment there, the next, she was not

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