Her Library Card

by The Quiet Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

The library writes deceased beside your name and closes the account. I understand the procedure. The books must return. The small fines disappear. Still, I keep the card with your blue signature, the last address before you moved, the photograph you disliked. A life cannot remain open in every system. In my wallet, you are still allowed to borrow.
59 words · 14 lines · Free Verse
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