Inside a book

In a book
On the long forgotten top shelf
Is a person.
The same person,
Over and over again.
Her picture is nowhere to be seen,
Nor is her name.
She is never mentioned.
But she is there,
Behind everything.
Even though the book
Is covered in dust
And innumerable other things;
A mouse trap,
Two, perhaps.
She is there,
Mind and soul
Inside a book.
Long forgotten
On an ancient shelf.