The Library of Misplaced Lovers

You have placed me with stacks of books
that you haven’t read but meant to
You found comfort in knowing
that I was here if you needed me
And I relied on the idea
that someday you would come look for me
But the books have piled up in your room
and I don’t even know if there’s a place for me
You would soon forget
you even had me
and my name wouldn’t even ring a bell
You would soon lose me
along with everything you didn’t care enough to set aside
It took me long enough to remember
that I am my own story
and I don’t need anyone to complete me
I could be read from cover to cover
and I would still be proud of who I am
Because I have accepted and forgiven everyone for what happened between the pages
I have forgiven you, too