From The Songbook Of Bookshop Dates Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

The book I read while
I was waiting for her
Told a story of impeached grace
But it does not matter after all
How cold coffee can get
In the bookshop red lit
My ask was written tall
And did not really fit
In the middle chapters
I can see how writing was
Like breathing for this author
And I am happy for having been
At the tip of her pen
For a short while
(The book does not say that)
It comes close to the truth instead
People do good or they do fair
They know better
Lasting feelings the next day stop
Fleeting impressions carry over
Lives after next
That's how the book
Began and how it'll end