people as bookmarks

If you ever left me I might come to find you

Blaming my shadow, by your bed

A rose scented paper for a bookmark

A time to get by, by you

 

Biased and washing the baby

She loves the sound of your voice

I know right now I can see you

Between the smoke and a perfect focus

 

Camera burned in the fire

Faking the feeling I lost

Is it something to remind you

Or a way to get an old point across

 

Suffering all of the moments

In all of a moment I felt you

Focusing on some freckle

Fidgeting frayed bits of your sleeve

 

Sent you across the arc of my story

Made a way to get by without place

Lost in a fog feeling for frays

With no one to acknowledge my grasping

 

Found you a spot in my story

I never know when we come down

Saw your body float in a dream

With no one to consider the gravity.