You’ve been my bookmark for years,

Sitting between pages,

Dog eared are your friends.

You’re a bookmark,

A placeholder,

A reminder of where I am,

You, no closer to beginning

Than to end.

You are ambivalence,

Ambivalence in my hand

Keep my place for me; frustration sometimes.

What a life,

Keeping to my pace,

And sometimes I find you in a book I’ve left,


I resist,

I’d be lost without you,

But you make me dperessed,

Reminding me there are so many pages,



Life after all, is a task

It needs completing,

So crumpled pages,

meet your friend; soon to crumpled too,

just like me

like you.

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