Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I didn't name mine either

Carefully,
you open the old leather book
dust floats up around you.
Your fingers gently glide
over worn yellow pages.

Curiosity takes over
you quickly turn the pages
looking for what
you are not sure

A flash of something
as you flip past.

Dark handwritten letters.

Slowly,
you turn the pages back
scanning each one
until, you find it.

A letter,
written on the blank page between chapters.
Carefully you read each word
then read each one again.

Close,
the cover of the book
knowing that fate has delivered it to you.

It is part of you.

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