She met him when he could have been proud of his job but green wasn't his colour
Could he think
of other shades of emerald that would have flattered him better
Did he even care
She stood there and tried to look surprised
He knew it was a planned accident and saved
her the embarrassment by looking surprised too
"How are you?" she asked
The volume of books spoke louder than her own
His pause was printed on every page of collection on that level
"Fine," he said to the spine of an errant book
She looked at him
knowing in his eyes she will find a man who only looks forward
and not at bookmarks of his past, like how she stood there as one
wondering which page of his biography she belonged to
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