You know when you lose your old book
The one that was withered
The one that you knew almost by heart
The one that had your print all over

It’s heartbreaking
It’s as if you’ve lost a part of yourself
It’s as if a part of your memories are gone
It’s as if you’ve misplaced a line of thoughts

Especially when you had read that book over a hundred times
Especially when you had cried and laughed with it
Especially when it helped you breathe through the worst of days
Especially when it brought a smile on the gloomiest of days

Yes you do buy the expensive and classier replacement
But you still want the old bundle of tatters back
For that book was yours
Etched and rewritten with your memories and imprints!