Sometimes…

sometimes
I
wonder
if
I’m
in
Jane
Austen’s
time
in
the
future
or
somewhere
in
between

 

books
take
me
places
and
then
leave
me
there
to
find
my
way
home

alone

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2 Responses to Sometimes…

  1. Resa says:

    Books do leave us somewhere, abandoned, because it’s the end. The story is over.
    Same with life.

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