As I read this note you gave to me
Slipped it into my hand
There are little things I analyze
To help me understand
I see creases where you folded it
Opened it, and folded it differently
You had to think about it
More than once, about giving it to me
It might sound weird to you
But it smells strongly of your jeans
You’ve had it in your pocket for a while
What does this mean?
I see words you scribbled out
You used white-out on others, hidden
I guess some were little mistakes
And others were forbidden
The words you wrote were jagged
I can see you were trapped in frustration
But the last few words you wrote
You wrote with concentration
I didn’t even need to read this letter
The little details are so clear
All these things, meant for the better
But I see no improvement here
You will not get a reply, you asked no questions
Although I can see you asked yourself a few
Two words were all I had to read, the others useless
I just hope you know what you’re about to do

It’s over

 
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