The Library of Time

Our story is the same as the one before 
The pages have faded with time 
And the words once written so elegantly 
Are smudged and unreadable as the days go by

And the years that passed 
Since that book ended 
Have all been the same
And every year my story continues 
As yours ended all those years ago 

Like when a tree falls in the woods
No one is a around to hear it 
But when the pen writing your story
Was laid down 
People did hear 

And unlike the tree
It shook the forest 
It touched deep down 
A part of me 
I'll never have again 

And my story will end 
In many years 
As my pages fade with time and age
And my book grows old
With the same smell all the others have 

But I'll always have the chapters
Of you and me 
For even though your story ended early 
It never truly left mine