love story

was once before
I rose at last
as if there were an option
pushed into
the places I was meant to be
gave it all
(retold) my only story
an ending I would never live
to see

pages out of order
lost with each remembrance
where to turn
(and when to close the book)
was not the same
though taken back
more times than I remember
I learned to read
and learned to look away

is this the fall
and I (again)
have worn away my welcome
put gold along the edges
let words come home
to me

held against the graces
once returned
another choice
more than I’ve forgotten (to believe)
turned aside
skipped a page
(life to be continued)
would my ever after
come again

fell apart
the stitches
wrapped as love around us
binding as a sacred vow
(we never should
have made)

another time for telling
someone wrote
(to find me)
corners without numbers
lines no longer blue

twisted plot
of certain fate
am I too late (too soon)
made for me a telling
I’ve misplaced
much more than once
I woke within a story
searching there
(another name)
for you