Marry this Paper

This paper is white.

White as snow.

Blank.

Blanker than my mind.

Emptier too.

More open to the possibilities.

This paper is more than open

to any suggestions.

Your opinion is hers.

Why not marry her?

The paper wouldn't care.

I would.

I would like to have my input.

And output too.

Not that you care.

Yes, you should marry this piece of paper

and leave me behind.

God knows you want to.

I know you want to.

I know you want to leave me

And marry this paper.

Go ahead.

Be my guest

But life with only a piece of paper

Is lonely