Between the lines

I found it on a dusty bookshelf

between missing letters of a crossword

and my last sip of coffee

I found it

the wind howled through the streets and pressed its nose against the window panes

I found it and it spoke to me, 

“Here”, it said, “take me, you’ve found me, no one else has found me today and I’m bored, take me, you can use me for now.”

The wind’s fingers grabbed through the half-opened door and under my shirt, I missed my coffee,

I said, “I’m cold and I don’t want something somebody else has used before” and it said “If you don’t take me, I’ll leave and you go home and search for me another time”

I found it on a dusty bookshelf

it disappeared behind the Oxford Dictionary before I could change my mind

and I took the dictionary and went home to finish my crossword