An Old Book

There is something magical,

in the pages of this book

for it isn't new.

I like wondering about

the people who read it before me.

As I go on reading each page

I imagine them reading it too.

I think about their stories,

as they share this magic with me.

I know them by the lines they underlined

and by the note on the front page.

It seems like time has stood still

And I know them and they know me,

through the stories amid these pages.