Blue Ink

There was a book,
   on a shelf,
 With dust covering its binding,
     Awaiting
        to be cracked open.

      At first it was in constant use,
  Adjacent to a night stand,
         Bookmarked,
           Flipped through,
    Every night,
        Until its completion.

    But now it sat,
      In alphabetical order,
   Adjacent to its brothers,
        Awaiting the prying eyes,
     Of another reader,

    Luckily,
       This book was in an office,
      Of well known professor,
         Where students would come and go,
      Looking to broaden their horizon.

        One such girl,
     Took notice,
          And requested the book home,
     Using a pen to mark the pages.

  On one fateful night,
        The pen exploded,

   Thankfully,
       the ink dried,
  and she was able to finish it,
         But was worried about its state.

             She eventually forgot about it..

    A month or so passed,
          The end of the year was rolling in,
  the professor asked for the book back,

        She hoped her professor would forget,
   But from experience,
          the professor lost many books,
     from poor college students,
             Over the years,
                   
        She felt bad,
   And decided to do the noble thing,
           And bought a two new books,
             One for herself,
          And one for her professor.

    Years later,
         I met this girl,
      And I just so happened to be,
              going through her bookshelf,
   When she told me the story about the book,

       Naturally wanting to broaden my horizons,
             I too borrowed the book,
        Which i found fantastic,
                And,
          Threw it in my trunk of my car meaning to give it back,
            But constantly forgetting.

    It wasn't until we split up,
 That she asked for it back,
             And i went to get the book,
        And found that a pen exploded on it...

      What are the odds,

          I went to the book store,
       immediately,
          to do the noble thing,

      But also bought a second book,          
         For the story,
              And a memory.

If you were curious the book is titled: You Shall Know Our Velocity - By David Edgars