Prompt: write a platonic love poem.
Library
I consider myself a lucky one, to have known you from my youth
A fountain of fantastical feats, the protector of published truth
I remember when I was eight years old
I lived just a few streets away
and Mom let me ride my bike, alone(!)
to visit you one day
Do you recall those nights in college?
My favorite place to sit and write
Studying till the stereo serenade
Bid me home by midnight
You came through for me again last year
with my box of family photographs
Rapid-scanning to preserve online
the memories, miscellany, and laughs
I know you’re often lauded most
for the many volumes that line your shelves
But I love you as the safest place
for anyone to be themselves