Those Handprints left on the shelf along with vintage curves and edges....
Reminding of those days of our chasing for that one book for ages...
Those footsteps on the way of the chunky journey to the log cabin...
Prompting the moment of swinging legs around rusty chair within....
On the day of your eyes down to the bookshelf returning the binder of us...
Still scares me about the uncarved scars with a trace that u left between us...
Mesmerized by all these unleashed memories,
Reaching my hand to the aged art...
Other hand on the bookshelf got noticed by the falling paper,
Recalling you my childhood sweetheart🧡
YOU ARE READING
The Antique Bookshelf
PoetryThis poem is about childhood sweethearts who were very fond of eachother and always fight with eachother..one day the boy was about to leave the town and his cute friend..they have a common book..so he, before leaving, came and looked into her eyes...
