A gap in the book shelf of my life
They’ve left your books in my room
A bit of you that can be forever mine
It’s thin pickings with just your initials on some volumes
Though one of them says Durham Xmas 87
The books have a strange and sweet smell
Which puzzles me
I can hang onto these volumes
As long as I like
But you are gone
And there is a gap in the book shelf of my life
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