Loose Leafed & Fancy Free
The glue that once so very
Firmly
Bound each single page
Of me to your
Perfect spine
Has now become unstuck
Indeed it seems
The very seams of me
Have finally worked loose
So please
Now scratch me from
Your worry list
Its time to call a truce
I no longer need your
Pedestals or podiums
At least
Those you once offered me
Nor your promises or potions
I can read you like a book ….