The old library

I work at this old library, it has been around since I was young. 
This library has always touched my heart, 
When I was little, my mom used to take me here.
I remember running around the library looking for books.
“Slow down!” she would say. But I never listened.
Going to bookshelf after bookshelf, searching for the book I wanted.
Gliding my hands against the closed books that were still on the shelves.
Opening book after book.
The smell,
The texture,
The colors,
The words.
All of the things that made each book such an experience.
These days, barely anyone comes to this library.
All the books on those same shelves.
Never touched,
Opened,
Or moved …
I wish someone would come here — to enjoy the experience I once did...
Now, people are more focused on their phones,
When so much of the world's wonder is sitting right in front of them.