"Why haven't you ever
Opened a book?"
I didn't mean to bother you
In the middle of our recharging silence
I had the magical device
in my own hands at the time
And was in the middle of an exciting part
Though chose to let it wait
You shrugged your shoulders
For once, unsure
"I hate the endings."
I glanced at you, incredulous
But you just casually took a sip
Of the coffee that might have been
A little to dark to not stain teeth
"Sometimes there are happy endings."
I offered, still too curious
As to why you never liked words
But seemed to use them
like the talented author himself
You shook your head,
The coffee shivered
"Endings are never happy."
I bit the tip of my tongue
And we both knew that you caught me
But I never stumbled
Maybe you were just too afraid
Too scared to admit
That we are all writers, including you
Maybe you were just hoping
For that fairytale ending
Like the rest of us
YOU ARE READING
The Middle
Poetry"There's a fine line between the beginning and the end, and we were simply caught in the middle."
