It was a lonely afternoon
Dark clouds towering my little hometown.
I was heart broken and lonely,
I was in need of some wine and company.
I waited for my phone to bling,
But not a sound escaped from the little rings.
With my face stuck to the window I cried,
The clouds darkened and lightning striked.
It was then I thought of reading the book I once left,
The unread pages bookmarked
Called out my name.
I dragged my gloomy self to the shelf untouched,
And cradled the book I had once ditched for love.
The love was not love but a broken key chain,
I lost the key to my world back
And stood unprotected in the rain.
For I felt strong guilt for my betrayal.
But the book smiled and opened itself to me,
To the page I left unread.
I snuggled into the softeness of my reading corner
And sniffed the Book’s enchanting raw smell.
I started to read and soon found the lost key
In between the spectrum
And since then it has never been dull,
And I am glad I found my way back to the reader’s den.