She gave out her heart like a library book,
not minding if it came back
dog eared, tea stained, well thumbed.
When she handed it to me
I could see the tear stains
left over from previous readings
and didn’t have to ask
if there was going to be a happy ending.
I just took it with care,
did not leave on the windowsill
to collect mould or yellow
in the sun.
I did not cram it,
to the bottom of my bag,
or leave it to shunt for space
with the biros and pencils
left loose and jostling down there.
I kept it well past the return date.
She was surprise when I asked
if she could renew my loan.
Daily Post Prompt: Borrow
Beautiful
Such a wonderful image. (K)
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