How you knew what I was thinking

You sat covered in books
and scraps of paper
with the words
of great writers
scrawled carelessly
in black pen
on every line
as the light outside
disappeared behind houses,
and every now and then
glanced over at me
as I ran my fingers through my hair
and paced towards the window
and back again.
'You're never far from forever,'
you said
'no matter where you stand.'