As the story becomes a memory

[celeztial]

As the Story Became a Memory-7/30/2005

I sit on a shelf collecting dust

Once upon a time I was
A cherished novel
Read and again read

Until my pages aged
And my binding thinned

As each page turned in
Anticipation, I felt loved

But the familiar hands held me less
As the story became a memory
Remembered so well-
That those beautiful eyes
Need only glance at my transparent cover
To understand what’s inside me

No longer desired
I’m pushed aside to make room
For something younger-
More appealing to the eye
Which yearns to be discovered

I sit on a shelf collecting dust
A bookend no longer read