scribbles

this is the day i used to hope would never come

the last page of a book

i’m not ready to put on the shelf

i can’t go back to the beginning

or the words will unwrite themselves

but i can’t move past

this full stop

you’ve placed upon our story

this is the place i’ve come to fear the most

the time

when i turn the page

 and there will be words

of which

i am no longer the writer.