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.
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