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 .