Overheard in the library Two friends yapping with each other Book open, pens down If I saw them in the library any other day I don’t think I would see them at all For they did not seem Inclined to bear their own silence But for the days they came, they came together Though they didn’t seem to get any work done There was always excited chattering to be expected Overheard in the library A frantic tapping of keys One lone boy muttering Whispers of wonderings I wondered what he was typing I wondered if the key to his thinking His brain turning with ideas and words At a lightening speed Was tied with his solitude For he was on most days, alone Overheard in the library Words of comfort Spoken from one librarian to the other They had spent almost everyday I was here -Which was quite frequent Working harmoniously together Checking in the books Helping the members And bickering on who had the more original idea For the display self Today was not most days as I overheard muffled sobbing But like most days her partner librarian Was right behind her, Today with whispering of ‘it’ll be okay’ And soothing rubs on her back Instead of her usual stack I never knew how I would witness such glimpses Of other peoples lives Before I began visiting my preferred sitting spot Before I ever, overheard anything in the library