Read Me

I have a lot of time on my hands. Sometimes i sit idle for years. Somebody put long painful months into making me what i am. They labored over every minute detail; worried intensely over every tiny part of me. I collect dust and watch everyone pass by, so hurried, so busy with living. Do they know what i have inside me? Maybe they dont know that im desperate to be held. Theyre too involved with the passing time and the things to get done. But i could help them catch their breath. I could donate a lovely moment to make them take pause. I will gladly trade a sliver of time and tale for the trace of your fingers along my edges. I am brimming with a story i so long to whisper in your ear. I have landscapes and treasures and love affairs to share with you. Please pick me up! Let me rest in your lap while you nap for a spell. Place me beside your bed to stand sentry while you dream. Press your favorite flowers inside me. Love me for what i withhold. Then secret my trove of wonder behind a cupped hand to anothers ear. Please give me to a friend.