The edges burn
and curl up
They detach
and drift away

The fire is carried
by the wind
to the stars
as the ashes
fall like rain

The story was
a heavy heart
inked within

The cover cracked
The spine unbound
Pages faded
and smudged

Now it lives
in a universe
beyond our reach

Now it weeps
Now we sleep
and only the heavens
hold the memories