Closed Chapter

I ask about your life
I ask about your day
I can’t indulge enough
You can’t come up
With much to say

I’d sprint around the world
To save you from a flesh wound
To safe my life, you wouldn’t run a mile
With gushing eyes, I swooned
And was met with a half-smile

I’m an open book that I want you to read
You’re a closed chapter, written in invisible ink
I’ve been busy polishing spectacles,
But it’s time to put down this volume,
I think.