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