what if,
the time we shared with every person we ever loved,
was made into a book?
which ones would you tuck away on the shelf,
lost among the others,
collecting dust?
which ones would keep beside your bed,
a fairy tale before you sleep?
which would you give away,
setting it free to someone who needs it?
which would you keep under your pillow,
because you can’t bear to give it up just yet?
which would you burn,
in an attempt to forget?
you are the one i’ll keep at eye-level,
so, when i see your name on its spine,
i’ll smile.
i’ll hope you’re doing well.
i’ll hope you found the one,
the last book on your shelf.
i’ll remember our story.
it was a good one,
one of my favorites.
but it’s just a story now.
and no matter how hard we try,
we will always outgrow our favorite tales.
just a bittersweet memory.