I met you in the bookstore
Saw you in the bookstore
Sitting alone on your phone
Thought that if I sat with you
You wouldn’t feel so alone
Wondering if someone sent you roses
Or a thoughtful note
Something to let you know that you
Are
Never
Alone
Drifting across the avenue
Through and Through
In the bookstore that was
When I first met you
Past the bookstore
That day you seemed so bored
Still thinking about those moments
Wondering how much time you could afford
If you'd spare some for me
So together we could never be lonely
Sitting in the bookstore writing poetry
-Julia McKinney, sophomore
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