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.
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