You are here
you were there again
somehow different, yet the same
so I walked quietly past
I did not think you saw me
as I went inside
trying not to stare
but then in the biographies
you suddenly appeared
in that long green dress
with your bare back
showing fresh love scratches
as you flashed by
like strangers we said nothing
you sat down at a desk
where you were working
hidden away in that section
where the lives of the famous
are documented in detail
I wanted to look again
but willed myself away
not looking back
leaving you forever
for moral support in section 241
of the Dewey Decimal system
