Sunday, January 31, 2016

The book she gave him

The book was blue,
Or was it.

It was the second
she gave him.

The first he lost
While serving his god.

It is worn now,
a little too "real"

One page is missing,
his daughter removed.

When one was small,
together they read.

Twas an accident,
a gift they now share.

In the closet sat it,
other things replaced it.

Now she is gone,
out if the closet it came.

Will it become,
even more real.

And a little less blue,
to unite them still.