HER NEVERENDING STORY
Meeting him was like reading
a favorite, familiar book; each page
to be savored because she loved the story
She finally loved her story.
She finally loved where each page
was taking her. His words led her
on a path
of anticipating the story’s end.
She finally started to believe her story
would have a happy ending. Until
The best chapters, those yet to come,
were ripped from the book, she held
a shredded prized possession.
She felt lost,
like someone with no pages to turn,
someone with no tomorrows,
someone whose story has