The Book

Just say something
Don’t stand there in silence
Don’t tell me what you
Think I want to hear
Tell me the truth
I hate having to wait
This isn’t something
That passes forgotten
It’ll always stay as an
Unfinished story
Unless you’re willing
To end it
Finish the last pages
Create the ending
Close the book
Place it on the self
Then forget it
Let the dust cover it
As a new coat of skin
Then you can go
Create another book
Live another story
But at least let me hear
This ending
See the black crude words
Defiling the pure white
Of the pages
Not everyone’s life was meant to be a book
Yours is truly the exception