Old Scrapbook

Today I found a dust-ridden journal Its pages were tinted with age The edges rough From the jagged tears The writing faded and worn What is this I thought to myself. As i flicked through the pages So gently Trying so hard to keep the book As a whole I paused My hand froze Eyes gazed I was a statue. Just by finding a picture This Picture I found was A photo of you. My brain started ticking Mind thinking Thoughts wondering Body sinking Then a pain I long had forgotten I wanted to know the answers What you would have been like now? If you were doing ok? What really happens in the end? Why didn't you take me with you in the first place? I guess I'll never know So Swiftly I slammed the book closed Dropped to the floor. After a minute. Ran deep into the woods. And buried it. I buried you. Life moves on I thought i had also So no longer will I dwell In my old scrapbook.