Oct 06, 2014 11:44
Cross all the T’s
Dot all of the I’s
Polish with a meticulous attention now
This auto-biography
Print out the pages
Reams and reams of white paper
Marked with black words
Sheet upon sheet upon sheet
Stacked on the gleaming mahogany desktop now
Then stand just there
In the juncture of night and day
It was hours of sleepless work
But you are finished now
Fingertips of one hand pressed into the sheaf
The story of your life
You are tired now
Look out the window
But see only your face
In the reflection of the darkened pane
Separated from the world outside now