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.