repose

this poem is just like the last one
the words that end this poem will be different
the end will be the same

i picture books on a bookshelf
with the spines facing away
from this angle the pages may be blank

i picture eyes following this line
and then stopping here
i imagine this is a good place to stop
for anyone reading this aloud

someone will choose now
to look away
some will not choose

it is a shame
it seemed were the words I had to say
as I left the room
pulling the door closed slowly
hearing the catch of the latch

i picture this moment
it will end just like the last one
i see myself in repose, dogs at my feet
in this darkened living room