Each step is difficult to take
When I am wading through rivers of sorrow
I carry your library books to the car
You won’t be able to finish them now
And my arms can’t reach to where you are
Not yet
I put a bookmark / in my heart
To be continued: on my soul
Although we seem so far apart
This is just an intermission
Come to think of it, this is so like you
You always read the ending first