I always find myself
Wanting to read the last page
of the chapter first
Just in case
There is something to brace for
Something to grieve.
I’ve missed many moments
Calculating the outcomes
As if I could predict
erratic human behavior.
I cling to the stories
My mind has carefully crafted
With fragments of reality
And pieces of my heart
As if I would otherwise drown.
This time I’m enjoying each letter
Of each word
On each page,
Not missing a single thing written
Between the lines
Or doodled in the corner.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
I always find myself
Wanting to read the last page
of the chapter first
Just in case
There is something to brace for
Something to grieve.
I’ve missed many moments
Calculating the outcomes
As if I could predict
erratic human behavior.
I cling to the stories
My mind has carefully crafted
With fragments of reality
And pieces of my heart
As if I would otherwise drown.
This time I’m enjoying each letter
Of each word
On each page,
Not missing a single thing written
Between the lines
Or doodled in the corner.
9/14/2022
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