Her
After a week, I went right back,
But the boy I met wasn't there.
I marched up to the shelves,
With a small sense of despair.

Why didn't he come? I asked myself,
I wanted to know his name,
Don't you have better things to think about?
Why are you acting so desperate and lame?

I sat in a chair, gazing at all the books,
Wondering which one to pick,
But my mind wasn't with me at the moment,
Perhaps the boy was sick?

After few seconds of pondering the if's and maybe's,
I finally came out of daydreaming.
I shuffled through the racks with new vigour,
And found an interesting Agatha Christie.

I felt happiness bubble up within me,
It was threatening to spill,
I had been looking for this book for far too long.
Finally found it by God's Own will.

I handed it over to the lady there,
Where's that boy? I casually asked.
"Oh I think he won't come for a few days" she said
My disappointment I masked.

" Alright," I said and left the place
I wasn't that sad anymore,
Because I had my favourite book in my hand,
I would come back and check later for sure.