My Book

My Book

My book is my “Dream”.

And yes, She is a book I deeply love.

But I'm reading her slowly now.

So, the words are really far apart,

the spaces between the words are almost infinite.

I still feel her and the words of our story.

But it's in this endless space between the pages

that I'm finding myself now.

It's a place that's not of this material world.

It's where everything else is

that I didn't even know existed.

I love you so much.

But this is where I am now.

And this is who I am now.

And this is where I shall remain.

And I need to let you go, sometime.

As much as I don’t want to;

I can't live in your book anymore.

And you shall remain on my shelf

until they come to take me away.

And lay me down

into the soft sods of earth below.

Dancing with the worms.

Where I shall be waiting.

And if you ever find me,

I will be watching, patiently,

until you come.

So we may open my book,

once more,

Never to place it back on the shelf

ever again.

Jeddah, Oct 22, 2017