So you wanna
spit on the words
and smudge the ink away
til it's blank again
because you keep re-reading
re-citing, re-tracking
the scenes, the words,
all the questions,
the burning
So you wanna
tear the pages out and burn it in the fire
let the words became embers that glow themselves
to ashes-
ashes that will dance and be lost in the wind
like memories dismembered
But you can't
so you stop flipping back the worn pages
and you come to the last page
and
though burning inside
pick up the pen to
write the final sentence
that only you can
to seal this chapter shut
Because on the other side
there's a blank page
a whole new chapter waiting to be written
but you have to turn the page
forever
