When I opened my old book and wander through the pages
I saw a two years old heart-shaped origami book marker
And it was just yesterday when I opened my eyes
and wander through the night
I saw the two hands that made it
Two years, mind me, since I touched you with a smile
because every fold of it mean the remaining pieces
that I can hold still
As of every word I read and every second I spent reading –
your two hands were turning and holding these pages
to and fro as if you never left.