Bookmark

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