Of books and bagels

It freaked me out
when i started to notice myself
having conversations with you
in my mind.
You delight me with
your brain
Full of random interests
That you became
A bookshelf to me.
There’d be a day
When I’d pull out a book
With leaves falling apart
And I’d pour my heart out
Trying to glue the pages
Together.
Some days,
Every turn of the page
Would take my breath away
Every word
Every comma
Every period
Until i find myself
Spending all night
Wishing i would never reach
The back cover.
The next books
would always be exciting
New. Crisp.
Smell like bagel
And black coffee.
I may say
That you are
The most colorful
Bookshelf i ever saw.
And i wonder
When will i get tired
Pulling out books
That i knew i had to return
That i knew i couldn’t call mine.