“Untitled 1”

“Untitled 1”

I wanna read your mind

like my favorite book I’ve taken in

several times.

Tattered pages still carry intricate lines

of who, what, where, when and

why.

I smile at the humor, and cry at hope;

Pretend to not know the ending.

For you,

to spoil it, I can’t promise I won’t.

But I’ll turn every page in anticipation;

as if the story I know has been rewrote.

In the margins, scribbled notes –

to remind me of the thoughts I had

at my first, second, third and fourth

glance.

And one day I’ll think I’ve figured out

the wanderings between the words…

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