Once upon a time…
…there was me,
unwritten,
clean as can be.

Page unturned,
plot unplanned,
bridges unburned.

I’ve become
old, dog-eared,
tear-stained, well-thumbed.

Scribbled on, torn,
parts ripped out,
faded — worn.

I was new.

You used me.

Now I’m through.

Michele Brenton 17th Nov 2011