Sleep & Keep

Our tale was written, but not the same.

For you moved on, while I remained. 

I held the chapters close to me, but you had closed the book to me.

Love requires a second hand, a voice that answers and understands. 

Mine was left to tell alone, a story half, a tale disowned.

Still I read it, page by page, a book of love, though not engaged. 

Half of a story, mine to keep.

Mine to keep.

And sleep.

Sleep and keep. 

R.L.J.