Once It knew a book
Where the pages only opened
to where they were supposed to

This beautiful magic
kept to Itself
in a way only she and it
and it and she knew

One day It left itself
by no fault of its own
It couldn't help it

It knew it just had too much to know
So
It knew it would always love
and it knew it would always love her
It knew that she, and it too,
were the last of anything substantial

And now It's left know knowing
my very biggest fear
that the very biggest fear it had
was my love for it,too.