Quiet Library

Quiet library,
Long itinerary,
but I may leave before those who came before me,

The loud silence calms me,
The occasional muffled noises let me know this can’t be a cemetery
The sound of the music coming from the earphones of the one next to me,
A brief bout of laughter,

Then silence again,
The heavy set smell of the dust-collecting books hang in the air,
The occasional opening and closing of the door,
Shuffling papers coupled with the tap-tapping of feet against the hardwood floors,

Then silence again, the Big Ben ding-dongs in the distance,
As the librarian trods past leaving a small part of me wondering if she’ll send me out because of the noises in my head...

Nessa 💜

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