At the bookstore

I was inspired to write after meeting up with one of my good friends at a local bookstore. Just something quite fluffy. I think.

At the comics section

I caught my breath

After running around with superheroes

and saving damsels-in-distress

when you called me 

"I'm at the bookstore," I say

And I went back to Gotham

to beat up more bad guys

I leaped to the biographies

reading about Anne Frank

and businessmen and successful guys

in sharp ties

When I spotted a tuft of black

at the fiction section sea

There he goes, I think to myself

I flee to the classics

asking for help 

from Socrates and Sophocles

Should I call out to you?

Should I stay mum?

Should I tell you I love you?

And yet you disappeared yet again

into the Minotaur's lair

Playing hide and seek

among seas of books 

and prying eyes

I wonder

How do I make you stay?

And as if by fate

At my favorite section

There you are

Holding up my favorite book

"I win," you say

Anything can happen, I say

when you're in the bookstore

Author's Note

Open for reviews and improvement!