As if by heart

by Bonnie Pockley

For you, who knows who you are

As I set this story aside, I think of you, of us, when we were young. You who always had a well-thumbed book in hand – the same one I’d seen before, its pages stained, its cover creased. I was never one to re-read a novel. Eager to move on to the next, you savoured every word of the last, over and over until you knew it intimately, as if by heart.  Of course with age comes comprehension. There are many stories, many lives. Of these, only a few are worth our attention and these we repeat – we return to – many times.

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