when I left the bookshop
that hopeful tuesday morning
I closed the door
and had the strangest
premonition -
I was leaving behind the best
book
I’d never read.
when I left your bedroom
that fateful sunday night
I softly closed your door -
and had the strangest
premonition…
internet; Bookshop.
Remembering a fateful night when I let something special slip through my fingers.
For Moira