…but I just pulled a book off of my shelf, a copy of the complete works of Emily Dickenson that I had bought for a dollar at a used book sale at UMD before I had graduated. I open to the title page and find the following note:
I wish we could recite them all, together.
Love always
Emmy
-1983
I got love always for the low low price of a buck! Call me crazy, I have to think the relationship failed to reach always.
Maybe the poor girl got cancer and had to go through expensive medical treatments that the guy generously paid for. Maybe she died anyway leaving her desolated lover with a huge amount of debt and he ended up completely impoverished. With a heavy heart, he sold the book, the one last reminder of his one true love, to a used bookstore so he’d have enough money to buy some ramen and a cup of coffee.
Or maybe he just caught her sleeping with his best friend behind his back. Either one.
Then I thought of some past book inscriptions which I wish I could change to read “die, evil harpy”. Then I felt sad. I hope somewhere someone is reading them in a used bookstore and getting a good laugh.