a book

you’re an open book
I linger the moment
I opened you.

at times I misread,
at times misunderstood.

you know, I’m still learning to read
between these narrow lines.

(and some paper cuts I still ache).

once,
I almost forgot the page,
but found a chapter to get back in.

once,
someone gave me a bookmark,
yet I never used.

once I opened a book.