Elegy of a Missing Book...

A single empty space, amidst the rows of text,

That I observe, my thoughts perplexed

I know not why or how or when

One of my only friends, have been annexed.

Long days I spent, gathering the tomes,

My wealth and energy spent

Row by row my collection grew,

My wine was their pages’ scent.

I read them all and loved each word,

I caressed their shivering spines,

And now I stand where one had been

And I miss her misplaced lines.

She was perhaps taken from me,

I lost her like a child’s toy

Or a Paris maybe had entered my home,

And removed her to a distant Troy.

Perhaps she’s borrowed and will return,

Perhaps this parting shall end

One day she’ll grace my home again,

And her throne again ascend.

The dusty patch of where she stood,

Beckons to me today,

I miss my lost love whose abrupt leave

Renders my colored world gray.

I may never see her again,

I may never know where she went,

She eloped in search of a better place,

And I wish that her time is well spent.

Farewell then, my fleeing prisoner,

As you seek to escape my reach

But let you and the one who took you away

Grant me one wish, I beseech

Remember me fondly, for all the time we shared

Forget not your first home,

Of the first time, when you were read

And your memories among your fellow tomes.