BETWEEN THE PAGES

The books she loved

and left behind

for me

were the beats of

her heart

 

scattered randomly

between pages

were small notes

she wrote of

love and hate

a first kiss

lost loves

death and pain

youth spent

choices

fire and sand

trust

tears

traveling alone

pictures

postcards received

a diner

dreams

aging

gracefully

 

it was like

she was throwing

rocks at the windows

of my thoughts

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