I hear you’re an open book
But I still can’t read you.
Words gushing past, frenzied.
Maybe the pages are turning too fast
Maybe I’ve missed too many chapters
Maybe all of you is in a foreign language
Maybe parts of you are in a hundred different languages
Every time I learn one, I’m confused again.
Every time I understand you, I’m confused again.
But then we blend together rapidly,
Our words morph.
Our stories morph.
This chapter speaks my language –
The last chapter speaks my language.
I am your last chapter.