The Boring Story

I once had this friend who loved to read.
She had one book that she would read continually.
She's dead now but her book remains with me,
and like she, I too read it repeatedly.
I don't enjoy the book's story particularly.
It's not the reading material that I'm prone to read,
but when I read all these words 
that were once read by she
it makes me feel like she's a little less dead to me.
because even though she's now gone, 
I still enjoy her company
every time I give the words that she once read 
my occasional read,
and so I'll continue on reading this so very boring story 
not just to feel as if again that I'm sharing her company
but more so, 
in honor of her beloved, sweet, cherished memory.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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April 9, 2012 at 9:51 PM
A bit sad and from your title of boring story and your name sillybilly thekidster I don't know if this was ment as a joke to see how many will fall for it or if it is a real incident.
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April 9, 2012 at 10:58 PM
Does it really matter Terry? If I've any ulterior motives here it's to offer the above as a sort of therapeutic approach regarding dealing with grief. Everyone deals with grief in their own unique way. The above is just one of many examples of how I've dealt with mine.
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