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