Margins

I bought a little old book:

with wrinkled edges and yellowed pages,

its ink just a little bit faded.

In its margins on page 63,

in cherished dark blue pen

in the corner of the page,

was a note that said,

“I love you.”

I smiled and ran my fingers across that note,

and looked for any other messages—

but alas, there were none,

and I never finished the book.