Bookmark

Do you ever catch yourself
holding it by the cover?

Pages with photos,
Memories on a portfolio,
When we did not need to rhyme,
When all we had was time.

This is the way,
That some way, somehow,
You’d at least remember,
How someone told a story you knew
From someone else’s point of view.

Was it any different from your story?
This book has been long overdue.

It was something that I made,
Just in case I had to forget.
I have to forget.
I needed to forget
Until the moment we last met.

Time seems to find a way,
To remove & replace,
What has been set aside to decay.

Same as we grow old and our mind starts to forget.
All the brilliance & bliss, and all that goes together, even the regret.
I am already starting to forget.
Wish I saved a version of it on the internet.

This is the way,
That some way, somehow,
You’d at least remember,
How someone told a story you knew
From someone else’s point of view.

It was something that I made,
Just in case I have to forget.
I had to forget.
I needed to forget
Until the moment we last met.

We stopped without a bookmark.
If we ever get the chance to meet again,
On the last day of the last memory in my head,
Bring that book & read me the story again.

This is the way,
That some way, somehow,
I'd at least remember,
A story I once knew
That was written by someone about you.

It was something I made,
Just in case I have to forget.
I never wanted to forget,
Since the day we first met.