ENDING ABANDONED

free form poetry

The heartfelt story
that has engaged your imagination
these sleepless nights,
ends.
Under the blanket
of blue sky.
Cracked like a new book.
Feather pages,
on a warm winter day.
Winds blow on cold toes
in the grass.
Trees wrap their arms around us,
Loudly,
rustling silence,
hinges squeak and break,
doors crash open.
He says,
“Can I borrow your pen?”