A collection for the collectors

I ve written pages and pages
But these words and letters
Cannot explain
The volumes I ve gathered
A collection for the collectors
Our storybook encounters
A novel too good to put down
But as circumstances has it
We'll have to fold a corner
At the end of the chapter
Or place a bookmark
And hide it in a safe place
Maybe in the next year
We'll find it our backpacks
And we'll be able to pick up
Right where we left off