I looked around my small room
Bulletin boards, stuffed animals,
Pictures and many, many books.

My books of many topics
History, Religion, Literature…
All on shelves in nice neat rows.

They had to be packed
With all of my other belongings.
I would surely need them.

Now as I look around my room
It suddenly becomes clear
I have not read them.

My lonely books sit there-
It is clear that since now I study books
Day and night,
I do not love them anymore.