here

This is where I leave you -

the torn out page of the

final chapter of a 

book 

i have never wanted

to put

down 

or to end.

and I will fold the

torn pages 

(i could never burn it) 

into seven and

hide it

in the walls you’ve built

around

yourself.

and maybe once

i had a key

but the locks have

changed 

(i no longer remember their shape now)

but when they come

to tear

them down

(and they will -

             they always do)

the rubble that

remains

in your mind and

in your

way

-

i hope you find

the seven-folded 

letter

i’ve left 

behind

and you come find

me

if you change

your

mind.