I love the smell of the pages as I flipped through them
dozing off with one on my bosom in bed
using it as my knight in shining armour to squash the scary spider (splat!)
the dust reminding me how long I’ve cheated on my promises
The yellowing of the pages and mildew spots mirror that on my face
nothing beats a friend that sticks with you through our trials and tribulations
never mind if the pages were dog-eared or if I’ve gone forgetful
it’s time to give you a hug my special friend!