Here I am.
Thinking of you again.
Reading the book you got me.
Using your business card as a bookmark.
What a metaphor.
This chapter I can’t finish of you and I.
I’m afraid of the ending.
So I mark my place making sure I don’t forget where we are in our progression.
The words always on my mind, all the possibilities.
But I’m just keeping place.
I’m not turning the pages.
And I fear that if I do turn the pages, they will be unfinished.
Blank pages. Endless possibilities.
But a growth that was stunted.
Because we’ve just been holding our place.
Instead of living our story.
Instead of facing the pages.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:33 AM UTC
Here I am.
Thinking of you again.
Reading the book you got me.
Using your business card as a bookmark.
What a metaphor.
This chapter I can’t finish of you and I.
I’m afraid of the ending.
So I mark my place making sure I don’t forget where we are in our progression.
The words always on my mind, all the possibilities.
But I’m just keeping place.
I’m not turning the pages.
And I fear that if I do turn the pages, they will be unfinished.
Blank pages. Endless possibilities.
But a growth that was stunted.
Because we’ve just been holding our place.
Instead of living our story.
Instead of facing the pages.
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