You mark the pages I reread
Soft underline of words I need
Coffee stains and quiet ink
You said forever in a blink
Folded corners, faded lines
You left your notes inside my spine
Every crease recalls a touch
Every pause, a little too much
You didn’t write, you didn’t try
But your goodbye was still nearby
Margins full of your still trace
Time can’t smooth your hidden place
Left your name on every phrase
Even now, it softly stays