-Meghan

I really liked reading with you.
I liked the way we both sat and read our own books.
You, with your 60s lit.
I once called you pretentious. You agreed.
But we didn't talk much.
We sat and we read.
All summer we read.
Next to each other.
Together.
And then that stopped.
It wasn't huge tragedy.
But i had lent you a lot of books.
I lent you my books and I didn't get them back.

-Meghan