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Remaindered

At the cocktail party, you’re
wondering who are these people?
how did I come to be here with them?
I am the out of print volume you
pick up by chance, from a side table
in the study to which you've retreated.

I am the words long forgotten
that fill you with warmth,
camaraderie, hope. The dust jacket
is ragged, the author long deceased,
his readership: a few bargain hunters
who discovered him in the Good Will bins.
But for the moment, I am with you,

and you are most certainly, NOT alone.