the story

it is the story of our life.
this book with words.
so much has been written, so
much left to be said.
we turn each page, from
front and back. we make
notations, we edit, we change,
we alter the past,
rewrite the future.
we want it to be more than
what it is. which is impossible.
but we try just the same
when asked.
it's our book, our life, our
story. we can do whatever
we want with it, for in
time it won't matter, like
all books, like all of us,
each will be gone, gone
to a place not yet written.
the memory, like paper will
turn to ash and in the wind
be blown.