A Favorite Book

I ripped a favorite book in two.

It felt like murder. Laughs gagged midway,
severed, a child’s stifled scream.
One hit, swung, breaked just before
swirls and stars.
A man’s last breath, stopped! Perpetual
life. Death. On hold.
A kiss,
paused, lips one slip away from
sweetness.
An itch.
An itch.
An itch. No scratch.
A warm swig of coffee,
swallowed, sip wedged
mid-throat.
A heartbeat, bookmarked.
A long sigh,
unending.
The tick. The to-

We love, we read books
We dream, we read books
You are a book
I loved
And would have
Loved more

But someone had ripped
in half.

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