The Reader

by Janis Gaines

I love the way you open me, like a book
Carefully reading every line, every page
Even the footnotes
Studying my passages and form
Knowing me,
Past, present
And you laugh and cry in all the right places
Thumbing through the good parts and the bad
Pages well written and pages I wish had never been
Some pages torn or marked with careless graffiti
Pages I wish your eyes didn’t have to see
But all a part of me
So revealing, yet you keep reading
And though I would have closed the book by now
You hold my place, gently turn the page
And dream the perfect ending

© February 28, 2002