Maybe Books Are Only For Children

I READ TO YOU 
ON THE COMFORT 
OF 
MY SHEETS 
YOUR EYES SEARCHING ME 
AS I SPOKE IN 
DIFFERENT 
VOICES 
UP 
DOWN 
LOUD 
SOFT

I READ TO YOU 
AND IT WAS THE HARDEST THING 
I HAD TO DO 
WHILE HOLDING BACK 
CROAKS 
AND ROLLING BACK TEARS

I READ TO YOU WITH 
MY HAND 
ON YOUR CHEST 
MY FEET 
UNDER YOUR KNEES 
AND ALTHOUGH YOU WERE 
SO CLOSE 
I COULD ONLY SEE YOUR 
LIPS 
AT THE END OF THE 100TH PAGE 
THE BOTTOM OF THE BOOK
THE SMALLEST FONT 
THE FAINTEST SIGH

I READ TO YOU 
UNTIL I RECOGNIZED THE LOOK 
IN YOUR EYES 
IT’S TIME TO GO 
ONE LAST 
KISS 
I READ
IN AN ATTEMPT TO FIX IT;
US

YET ON PAGE 2 
IT ALREADY FELT LIKE I WAS 
LOSING YOU

I WISH YOU WOULD’VE CALLED 
LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD 
I WISH YOU WOULD’VE STAYED 
LIKE I ASKED YOU TO 
I WISH YOU WOULD’VE KISSED ME HARDER 
LIKE MY LIPS BECKONED FROM YOU

 

I WISH 
I WISH 
I WISH 
BUT YOU LEFT 
YOU DIDN’T CALL 
AND HERE I AM 
STILL TRYING TO LET IT GO