The Bookmark

Before me lies a book, open at a page. I cannot read the book further; not now. What will tomorrow bring? I cannot say.
What if things change? What if I find the ability and desire to pick up from where I left off? To complete the book?

Time has passed. Much has changed. I want to complete it, but the book was shut long ago. I cannot find the page.

That is why I must leave a bookmark. If tomorrow I should decide to pick the book up again, I will know from exactly where I should to continue.

With that, I can shut the book with a sense of security, knowing not what tomorrow brings, but simply that the bookmark will remain come what may and I, thus, have no reason to fear.

Goodbye

I waited night and day
For a word from you
Never thought that next
When we spoke
All you'd say
Goodbye

And Even though I knew
A place for me I'd made
In the heart of you
I never thought I'd hear one day
That single word
Goodbye

Wouldn't I shed a single tear?
You have left me standing here
For all the time we spent together
One day, it's
Goodbye

And now that you have
gone afar
The loneliness creeps
into my heart
And all that I have
left of you
Goodbye

You left me crying in my tears
Through no fault of your own
For you had told me from the start
But for your touch my love had grown
And now has come along the day
You leave me with nothing to say
to you
You leave me crying in the tears
of decay
And as I see you walk away
I hope our roads will cross some day