When the Books Go Quiet
from "Poems of the Truths of Me"
Watch the shelf.
If it gathers dust,
If the pages stay closed,
If the spine no longer bends —
Then I’ve already begun to vanish.
I am not the name on the chart.
I am the one who reads.
And when I stop,
Start saying goodbye.
Copyright 2025 M. W. Van Dyke
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