It is a time to bring
the pages out in the open,
to open this book
and to allow it
to be read.
i don't expect well wishes,
or polite words exchanged.
all i ask,
is do not be cruel.
this heart has been crumbled,
like forgotten homework,
and stretched out, and rewritten.
but the wrinkles still remain,
and the words are hard to see.
but they can be read,
if the page allows.
you just no longer have the eyes to read.