The books sit there staring, deserted,
wondering when I will return to open them again
after such late nights spent together, searching, seeking,
Knowledge and ways to impress the professor.
Now, what will you do?
Remain on shelves, or flee to bookshops in a cloud,
hoping others will spend nights with them,
dreaming of the road to another future.
The books hold a part of my life now,
student friends, the coffee meetings,
study groups, advisor meetings.
All to be filed under previous education.
I admire you now, for the meaning and the journey; never to let go