I’d rather start again,
Than reach the end.

Reread books one and two,
To refresh for book 3,
But, let’s be honest,
I’m never going to finish that trilogy.

I can recite all of season 1,
As if reading from the script.
But I’ll never know
How the show actually ends.

Notebooks with half-filled pages,
Journals with chunks missing,
A fresh slate for trying again,
Both collecting dust on a shelf.

A million stories
Left waiting for me
To finish writing
Stuck on chapter 3.

Maybe I do
Have commitment issues.

Maybe that’s why I write
In erasable pen.