The Last Book

139 6 2
                                    

I thought I’d never open it.

The words were used in a way

I didn’t quite understand.

When he gave it to me,

I didn’t know

that it would be the last…

I thought I’d never open it.

But as I flip through the pages,

I can clearly see that he

is the hero in this story,

The one story he lived through

and gave for me to read and learn.

I thought I’d never open it.

Now, I just have to.

It was his final goodbye,

and if I had known then that

that was the last time I’d ever see him,

I would have finished reading it.

I thought I’d never open it.

His bookmark is still in the middle,

right between the pages—

The words are finally speaking,

catching my tears as I read

The Last Book.

Beyond the WordsWhere stories live. Discover now