compendium

Its softness whispers
a benign caress,
words once divided
are now re-bound to compress,
thoughts too bold
a smile too bright,
glossy pages hold no attention tonight.

Mildew scent of a page often read
comes to present itself
and becomes lodged in the head.

The familiar weight of a prosaic friend,
turn the last page down as we whisper. . . the end.