Library Shadows

In a library alone on a Friday 

Empty seats and open windows

All of these chairs touched 

just yesterday

By the buttons and threads of unknown faces

The scratches in their frames give me no clue

Just perhaps a writer who was met by ink spilt blues

Maybe there was a drifter just looking for entertainment

Or a child trying to figure out just want refrain meant

There could have been a couple searching for baby names

With the husband preoccupied with a book of brain games 

Quiet and still are the shelves this Friday 

Only I sitting here imagining what pages fluttered 

Just yesterday