Bookmark
Remember the book I gave you?
Read it until you’re lost
Or it bores you
Or starts to kindle revolutionary thoughts.
Then place it face down on the nightstand
Opened to the page you stopped.
Years will pass. Loss is the bookmark
Showing exactly where you broke off.
The spine will soften as the pages yellow.
It won't ever close again.
When I return I’ll read the rest
And you can fill me in on everything I’ve missed.
Between us we’ll patch it all together
And pretend I haven’t already
Read it twice, cover to cover.
While you sleep I whisper
Long passages I’ve learned by heart.
But too much time has passed.
I can tell you still don’t like it.
It truly is, and always will be, just a story
We return to when we can't fall asleep.
In the new story, the one I’m working on,
We roam the countryside
Brandishing torches and pitchforks,
Burning all the office parks down
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