I wish I had a talking book. that told me how to act and look. A talking book that contained keys. to past and present memories. A talking book that said your name. so if you were gone you'd still remain. More than a picture on a shelf. in imagination I could touch. A talking talking book. I wish I had a talking book. filled with buttons you could push. Containing looks and sights your touch. your feel your breath your sounds your sighs. How much I'd bluster to ask it why. one must live and one must die. I wish I had a talking book. by my side so I could look. And touch and feel and dream a look. much bigger than a talking book. A taste of loving future and past. is that so much to really ask. In this one moment's time and space. can our love really be replaced. By a talking book. Can our love really be replaced. by a talking book. Can our love really be replaced. by a talking book. Can our love ever forever be replaced. Can our love ever be replaced. Can our love ever be replaced. (can our love really be replaced). By a talking book.