Pages rustling with age Turning softly through the day Reading quietly in the back Is your dearest love, come to see What these books could hold for the telling of you and me Slowly they speak the words Coming to life as it were Taking form with each new breath to weave a tale of love and death. Here it is, hear it now, chapter one, shout it proud Introduce yourself it’ll be fun. Names and dates with locations too Chapter one: clearly written just for you, Making way for loves old and new. Churning hearts to beat with joy As the pages turn and the story flows Down and up it should go. Now comes a turning to chapter two Creating room for me and for you Familiarizing us with the fantasy. Catching minds ablaze with paper and ink Stoking the flames of love and hate Whispering words from separate worlds Sneaking up soon is chapter three Setting up the scene for two Or more traps to spring Later in the story, you’ll see Misconceptions thread through Making it true that we no longer guessed, How it could end. Fast forward far you’ll reach the epilogue The last few words to tie the story up Like a bow or like a bomb ‘bout to explode Not quite sure what, or even how, to think All my mind is doing is waiting for the…. Inevitable pain to being. Because characters we fell in love with Will never live again. The book is over and the library is closed Pages rustled shut Sleeping soundly through the night Waiting for the morn to come Where they’ll be opened and read again All while my love and I are reeling from what we read the day before Because the whisperings, the voices of the book told us to read to come and play So here we are broken hearted And frozen with the ending Still eating us anyway All because of what we Overhear In The Library.