i met you over at the bookstore just the other day
we were squabbling over a book
i had it first
you said it was for your sister
she loved you and needed it
so you must take it
something in your eyes made me release
you left and something broke
i let you go
i sat there for a moment, in a bit of a daze
and then got up and ran out the glass doors into the dusk
i had to find you, the boy who would fight for a book for his sister
because that’s love.
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