Shelved Books

I've kept all my memories suspended in time. They are the books on the shelves of a library. Each one is a masterpiece worthy of reading. I visit them often with a moment of silence. My fingers travel their spines as I daydream. I look among the shelves seeking nostalgia. Of all the books there is one I ponder over. I wonder in fear if someday it won't be there. That I'll come to its place and only find dust. That cobwebs will grow where it once stood. That it will be forgotten in time and memory. That book, that memory, the story of you.