when we reach the endings
and turn the final page of a good book
we often want to keep turning
for the story to keep going
before the punctuation of a cover closing
we long for a longer tale with characters
we’ve grown to love and sometimes hate
we long for more lines
to lead us into further chapters
to learn what happens after “after”
so I can’t help but wonder why
am I supposed to loathe the lines
that write my story across my face
why despise the silver glinting in my hair
when it bears witness to chapters I have lived
it seems to me a tragic waste
to feign pristine unwritten pages
and sacrifice a well written story
for darker hair and an unlined face
October 2020
This is the Day 
🖤