Your book's still on the nightstand,
right where you left it last.
Bookmark a chapter nine,
like you're coming back.
I dust around it carefully,
can't move it an inch away.
It's the only proof you were here that I see every day.
I wonder how it ends,
if she gets what she wants.
You were always rooting for her,
said she deserved more.
You're halfway through a story that I'll never know.
They're just waiting for your fingers to tell them where to go.
Keep the lamp on beside it,
like you might come home.
Finish what you started,
but you won't,
you won't.
Tried to read the cover,
understand what kept you there.
Every night beside me, your breath,
your focus, your care.
Now just sits frozen in the middle of a world that keeps on turning
without you.
Without your voice, your words.
I wonder how it ends, if love wins in the
end.
Guess we'll both be left here wondering
how our story could have been.
You're halfway
through a story that I'll never know.
They're just waiting for your fingers to tell them where to go.
Keep the lamp on beside it,
like you might come home.
Finish what you started,
but you won't,
you won't.
Maybe someday I'll be strong enough to close the book myself.
Put it away
on some dusty shelf,
let someone else find out how it ends.
But tonight it stays right there,
halfway through,
waiting just like me,
waiting here
for you.