Because we take so many things for granted
So often those we love and need the most
What's real within our lives can be supplanted
By fantasies and fears and dreams and ghosts
So if she feels I haven't seen her lately
Perhaps it's just because I haven't looked
But I did not forget the one who made me
Feel fulfilled and who could read me like a book
The one who has so dog-eared all my pages
By reading and re-reading all they said
If books could talk what this old tome would say is
I'm glad her favourite place to read is bed
No dawning of the day without the night
Without the reader, nothing left to write
Author notes
For my wife.
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