i don't know if a broken heart
can ever really get fixed again
but this poet will try
i once heard you say that you were in love
with the smell of old books
so that's where i began
writing every exhale, every fear
and every wish you once granted
so we would live forever
on shelves by your bedside
and in between the one moment
that you never decide to just come back
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