The End

Some open book you were

So open, I could see the dotted lines on the pages you scribbled on

And everyone knew how to read but me

Sadly, I must have not been taught how to read

Because when I held your book

I forgot how to read letters, and how to see rips

And tear stains, and broken sentences

The only part I could read

Was the end

Because I knew how to read my name


-Chloe Aldecoa


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