Folded Corners

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