they probably exist.
Me, I am faux-wicked;
and maybe, that's my worst failing.
I found a book,
somebody else's book.
They had got up,
not left the country...
But this was my book--
I know because it spoke to me,
And my heart, well my heart
wanted it, and knew it, and walked away with it.
I read it like a thief,
At least, no thief or saint
Ever loved her blessing any better.
This book, it had the words
that were meant for me, I swear it.
It had the spell I was born for,
and that no bell, book or candle could ever conjure...
But the book, it also had
someone else's name in it, and address,
Some place where there must have been
an empty space on the shelf,
All the while that I held it.
In the end, I mailed it back,
To someone I don't even know,
Who may cherish it truly, or not at all.
It wasn't my book, but it wrapped around my soul,
and so I call it "my" book, even though it never was.
for Mary's movie prompt at Real Toads.
"Strangers When We Meet" is about Maggie, played by Kim Novak. She and Kirk Douglas' character have an affair. The movie poster, above, makes it look very urban and sophisticated, but in fact, he is an architect and she is a suburban mom. I discovered it accidentally a couple of years ago on cable. It became one of those movies I love, and I cry every time I watch it.