The Nostalgic Thief

Although it is easy to believe
your eyes over those of a thief.
You grab my attention,
take a hold of my soul,
and run away with my heart.
You disappear for a year,
and find me here,
in between the broken stuff
that people can never have enough of.
Stuff they never throw away,
it just lies there every day.
You come and take a look,
and run your fingers
through this old book.