Reading the same book,
you were chapters
ahead of me.
How could I have known when
the timing is perfect.
When I still had so much to
figure out.
How every word is crucial
or every action was.
Spoiling the story,
when I haven't read the
remaining chapters yet.
Not until, I've followed
every lines.
Leaving this book once in a while.
Knowing we will find each other
once more, somewhere
within these pages.
-A.C.J
YOU ARE READING
The Last time I'll write about You
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose that I originally make.
