It seems

wherever I go

people come into my life and go out of it,

touching me where I can feel it,

then leaving only a memory

like the fairy tales of childhood;

and I wasn't through knowing them yet.

How do you know

when you are seeing for the last time?

How do you stop

together and keep all those around you that

you've ever known and loved?

And how do you keep

fairy tales from losing their magic?

So come-

brush against the walls of my life

and stay long enough for us to know each other,

even though you know

we'll have to part sometime;

and we both know

the longer you stay the more I'll want you back

when you are gone.

But come anyway

for fairy tales are the happiest stories I know

and great books are made up of little chapters.