Yellow Page - Dustin Vado

I keep opening the book
To the same few chapters,
The ones that remind me
Why I have it.

The cover didn't change
The words didn't change
The story didn't change
But I did.

Microscopic grooves
Filled with ink
Have more meaning
In the the grip of fire.

It left its curse
Lying in beauty
And in time,
It too, yellows.