Death of Borders

So Sad.
Beloved bookshop.
Hope books find good homes.
Flying off shelves. Not many left.
Happy hours. Browsing and café.
Quiet third floor. Physics and maths.
Novels and magazines and calendars and newspapers.
Pens! Notebooks!
Couldn't say goodbye. Danger of crying.

What will replace it? Another horrid "sports" shop?
Once had a girlfriend who cried when her shoe shop closed.
Know how she felt now. Sorry for laughing.

Desolation and loss.
Two left.
Guard them. Protect them.