Pages
Crumpled creased pages
Littered on the floor
At the bottom,
They have settled
Can you see them?
You put them there.
Your calloced fingers
Sliced them apart.
Don’t touch the mess
Leave them be
You put the pages
where they belong
Down on the ground,
Rubbed in the dirt
On top of the dust
Under a shoe
Please don’t worry
No one will come
Smooth them out
And pick them up
There is a new story,
Bound and ready
Sitting on the table
Calling out to you
Open the book,
Crack the spine,
Read the lines
You left behind
Except this book
Is not for you
to fling about
And throw away
The oils on your fingers
Will not leave marks
Because these pages
Were saved for me
Littered on the floor
At the bottom,
They have settled
Can you see them?
You put them there.
Your calloced fingers
Sliced them apart.
Don’t touch the mess
Leave them be
You put the pages
where they belong
Down on the ground,
Rubbed in the dirt
On top of the dust
Under a shoe
Please don’t worry
No one will come
Smooth them out
And pick them up
There is a new story,
Bound and ready
Sitting on the table
Calling out to you
Open the book,
Crack the spine,
Read the lines
You left behind
Except this book
Is not for you
to fling about
And throw away
The oils on your fingers
Will not leave marks
Because these pages
Were saved for me