Fiction
Fiction
Once upon a time
Not all that long ago
I was your favourite story
Oh, how you loved me so
Gently my pages you would turn
My words you knew by heart
And when you reached the end
Back to the beginning you would start
Like an echo on the breeze
My words danced upon your mind
Gentle whispers falling round you
Each a treasure for you to find
You held me in your hands
Fingers traced along my spine
Back when I had you by the heart
And when you had all of mine
Today I sit upon the shelf
My pages rigid and unturned
Words, still in unread silence
Under dust and clutter I have yearned
I lean against the other books
Whose stories you have long forgot
Waiting for you to remember me
Missing all that was, and now, is not