i don't dog-ear the pages of my books
because i really hate the way it looks
pages are meant to be read and not bent
i could never bring myself to do it.
until i came across your poetry
that changed my life into a love story
you were chapter books and vintage music
you had a hair brush; you never used it
i found poems you wrote on gum wrappers
all for me, my very own love letters
but every act ends so you left stage right
and left all your poems for me to find
we may have both moved on but we once cared
i even dog-eared the chapter we shared
i bent the pages of my book for you
because that's what people like you do.