at times you wrote as I read along 

over your shoulder anticipated your next sentence 

sometimes you erased but I could not forget 

mistakes you said the truth I thought 

hungry for more

yet you slowed your pace

forced me to chew on phrases

each word, space, and punctuation

engrossed in the narrative 

you filled my insatiable curiosity 

without notice you lowered the pencil

turned to me and said

I have no more to give 

yet I was ready to read you forever