page torn and your cover is battered and hard but i read you pages with blank, pages with space but i keep turning the pages intrigued, pages unseen
you tell a story you paint a scene
inbetween the lines there is a knowledge of all the little things sublimes that enchant your story
your life is an allegory without a shame
and as i keep turning the page i hope to find my name
if not a chapter, maybe just a prase a hint of my being
so that when someday
someone reads you they will know what this poem means .