Nathaniel Cardelli

Forced open and

Torn like paper

This sheet had words

On it

Meaning

Unread

Never to be known

 

People come along

With rolls of tape

And glue sticks

But this is a project

That no one can

Finish but

Me

 

No adhesive will

Heal the wounds

Because though they

Claim to be tears in paper

They are far deeper

Than flimsy, thin

Replaceable traces of

Nature

 

Though what am I but

The paper that was

Torn

Because I couldn’t stop

Him and I was

Not special to him

Knowing he will tear

More paper

And that I am

Replaceable

Leaves me wondering

Who will be his

Next piece of

 

Paper.