Dear O…

I like knowing what a person is

thinking, feeling, doing

even before they think, feel, do

I hate surprises and no,

there isn’t anyone I trust

until you everything was scary

life was too unpredictable

and people far too fickle

but you, you I could read

like one of my novels

the kind where I know the end

after reading a page or two

I still have no idea who I am

but you I know

every thought, desire, act

was written in your eyes

so I knew when you left

before you were gone…

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