She Said Everything You Never Did (Book Love)

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The house is quiet now.
Just the hum of the old clock... and you.

The spine is cracked right at chapter eleven.
There’s a faint coffee ring from two-thousand and seven.
My own handwriting, a ghost in pencil, from when I was seventeen,
Arguing with a woman who published this in 1813.
You’re asleep down the hall, a world away from me.
You didn’t ask about the silence I keep.
But this weight on my lap, this world made of tree,
It has everything to say.

And she said everything,
Everything you never did.
She found the secret word I kept hid.
She drew the map of my own head,
Woven in black ink and linen thread.
Yeah, she said everything you never said.

Page ninety-four, a line I underlined twice.
"No enjoyment like reading," is her simple advice.
And I feel her there, Jane, across all the years.
She doesn’t need me to polish my fears.
She just offers the page, a place to be known.
A quiet room of my own, a heavy seed that is sown.

And she said everything,
Everything you never did.
She found the secret word I kept hid.
She drew the map of my own head,
Woven in black ink and linen thread.
Yeah, she said everything you never said.

I wonder who else held this book in their hands.
On a train through Ohio, or in desert sands.
Did they also find a paradise in these stacks?
Did they trace these same letters to cover the cracks
in their own quiet lives? This paper is a ghost,
this ink is a voice that has traveled the most.
And tonight in the silence, I am its host.

I close the cover.
The story’s safe inside.
You’re still sleeping.
There’s nothing left to hide.
She said it all.
She said it all for me.