it was perfect
so when it ended
i fell apart.

i ripped out the pages
i threw them into the wind
they blew behind me.

but then i asked myself
how could i destroy what remained of our chapter?
how could i tear something apart that told a story so innocent?
so beautiful?

after all, it wasn't our fault that it was over.

so i picked up the pages
i put them back together
and i read our chapter once more.

it was then that i realized
our chapter
was just your chapter in my book.

so i looked to the next one
saw it was blank,
and wrote my name.

that one was gonna be about me.