I wonder what the pages I left hanging feel. All of the things I promised I would write on it — gone just like that. Does it still have the faith in me? Will it ever be able to trust someone else if they found it?
I feel sorry for those pages, but I do have a reason! I may not be the best person there is, but I do wish for every page to be finished — pages full of words, proud and filled.
But if I were to deliberately finish one just for the sake of finishing it — won't that be unfair to the page?
Therefore, I made a painful decision: to leave it unfinished! Unfinished it may be, so, but at least it will still have the essence of something meaningful.
I hope the page forgives me for what I took away from it. But I never had a better choice.
After all, it is my fault.
-Asher Graves
saw few poems i left unfinished and i felt sorry so i wrote this