To the book I set down with 92 pages left

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To the book I set down with 92 pages left

 It’s hard to break this to you,
especially after the way I broke
your virgin spine, sitting up there
on the shelf and innocently smiling out
at passing customers.


I know, my dear, it’s true;
back then you caught my eye, and I went and spoke
with your friends to find out if there
was any chance we'd have a shot.
The over made-up help-desk lady, her


monotone review of you,
and the four-star ranking on goodreads.com
all said that you were available.
Yes dear, I know; we started off
strong with lively days and intimate nights
where you rarely left my side,


but something somewhere changed, and little by little I knew
it wouldn’t last, and there would come
a time I’d have to cut this off;
I cannot drag this on and fight
the fact that my heart’s no longer in it.

I now admit that I’m not ready to commit
to long-term love.
There are too many fish in the sea
you see, and so I must swim on.

You’ll find love in other hands I know.
And so

Goodbye.

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