A Better Book, I'Ll Not Discover
The book I could read every day;
you seduced me in such a way.
A romantic one, I must say.
Midst your covers, I yearned to play,
on adventures I wished to stay.
When my tortured soul was bleeding
and for comfort I was pleading,
all my hungers, you were feeding;
when your pages I was reading.
I memorised chapter and verse.
Today, it seems almost a curse,
as I follow the long black hearse.
Your place, having turned the last page;
marked with tear stains, lilacs and sage.
I loved you cover to cover.
I look, where you used to lay
and long, from you to be reading.
From memory, then I emerse;
absorbing page after page.
A better book, I'll not discover.
02/19/2018
Contest: minuanetta
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
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