a concoction of young love and mystery
we put in our ingredients and let it simmer.
it was our first time with such a complicated recipe, but would be worth it.
We forgot about it, left it on the back-burner for a few years.
then all of a sudden
one day we lifted the lid and let the wonderful stew fill our soul.
and we never hungered again.
soon is the feelings that causes me to swoon.
1 minute passes and I think she’s almost here.
she said she’d be here.
2 minutes pass and doubt starts to creep up upon me like a storm cloud.
3 4 5 minutes pass.
She’ll get here soon. I’m sure of it.
It won’t be like before.
I waited for an eternity but you never came to me my love.
L is the love of the smell of old pages.
I is the person who reads these words
B is the books that decorate these walls
R is the ragged scripts of old
A is the almanac. I don’t know what that means.
R is the rug I used to sit on reading as a child
Y is why a read. for an adventure every day.