Book of odes

Left over in the corner
Dust ridden yet cherished
Torn between touching it
And letting it go
Full of my heart
Yet baron
So may times
My fingers have grazed the rim
Gently
Like caressing the ridges
Of a flower petal
Flower petals yes ....
How often we press them between the pages
My flower petals
I've blown off the dust
Feel its aura stir up the butterflies
still in my heart
My life
A life I'm no longer living
Yet I still can't let go
She's there
" we " are there
I put it back down
I can't re live the love
Not without the pain.
It was her book of odes
Penned in my blood
from my loving heart.
Where it still seems to reside
Within the walls of the binder
It hurts to much to remember
Those words
Songs from my soul.
Left over , in the corner.
Cherished and estranged .