I buy their old books
Whoever they are
Pieces of them left behind
Tucked in between the pages
Notes and dedications,
A Christmas tag
Used as a bookmark,
A letter once,
From a Summer thirty years ago,
When they were young.
I buy their old books,
And wonder,
To: Carolyn, From: Bruce,
What their stories were.

found inside a book of poetry by Rod McKuen.

~ Teri Skultety
copyright 2009, from Gold Mine