as raindrops patter
against the window,
i drum my fingers on
the windowsill, while
sipping my warm tea.

i open my book to the
page i was on before,
and silently take in
all the feelings of the
characters, feelings of
hatred, loneliness, love,
and sadness.  

all these feelings that
i take in, i take in as
my own.  

my own feelings.  

as i turn to the last page,
i sigh and take another
sip of my warm tea and
read the last words at the
end of the page.  

"all these things are true.
         all these things are for you
                 and i will remember you
                          *forever and always."