Faux Leather Bindings
~
Counting out change for a novel I’m buying
picking a title that just went on sale
Turning the page where the margins are crying
only to read of this heartbroken tale
Where is the chapter that speaks of forever
in between lines that my love should have penned
Ink where eternal has now become never
seems the last place one would look for pretend
What’s to believe about fictional findings
words I once thought so incredibly true
Reaching “The End” in these faux leather bindings
knowing the words come to mean, me and you
~
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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