A Layer of Dust

We wrote this, by hand.
We printed this, by intuition.
We bound this. by choice
And now we are putting it on the shelf, by necessity.
The pleasure of revisting it will be exciting, I am sure.
Let it gather a layer of dust.
Then open it up and read a page each day.
Careful not to spoil anything,
Be careful not to foil the plot.
You know the ending. You know how the lines.
But pretend you don't and read it everytime as if it is new.
Wear the pages til you can't see the print anymore
Only then will you be able to remember it by heart.
And maybe, just maybe....
Maybe a sequel could be in the works.
But for now, let it gather a layer of dust.
The tears to be cried will wash it away.
But for now, let it gather a layer of dust.