when we met
well
when you spoke to me
you spoke with such ease
with no boundaries

you were an open book
and i was not

i was yet a closed one
with my pages torn
and the cover stained

and you did not seem to walk away
like most people do
when they see an old book
on a library shelf

but you stayed
and you listened
and you read every page
but why?

"because every story
can be very lovely
or very tragic
and you, my dear

are both"

(b.m.)