He Read Her Like a Book

 

He read her like a book

Which is to say

He kept losing interest and

Checking his phone

She was a beautiful text

With a beautiful face

Not that he’d ever know

He kept losing his place and

Skipped bits which, if read, would have

Helped him make sense

Of the things she would say

He’d go over some parts

Again and again

Tutting and muttering

“What’s going on..?”

The more he read, 

The less sense she made

He’d ruffle through

The slowly diminishing 

Number of pages

To see how far he had to go ‘til finishing

And it was quite clear 

From the way his forehead creased

That the answer was

“Too far for this guy to be bothered with.”

And so, one fine morning

She straightened her spine and she

Put on her jacket

She had subtext to offer

And this guy couldn’t hack it

She needed someone 

More engaged, less defeatist

So she left

For a boy with a tan

And a much longer

Attention span.