Long Ago. Poem by Poet Priyanka Singh

You told me about you being a bibliophile

and that I was your favorite book,

And now that time has passed by I understand how

honest my lover is.

I understand that I'm a book.

That book in your cupboard,

Not your favorite one,

But the one you shut two years ago

To never open again,

The one you pass by without a glimpse each time

But yet don't throw away

That sits dusting in your shelf,

Hoping to be read again

With the same love,

you once opened it with,

Long ago.