One Last Love
She bought the novel for a buck
In a thrift store where she'd been
From the first page so engaged
She lived and breathed it in
So enthralled by script scrawled
In ink on tattered pages
She knew not, of when or what
Advanced her real life stages
Make no mistake the books embrace
Filled the void she felt before
But dropped her guard against the evil
That slithered through her unlocked door
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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