I am lost somewhere,
That word in your book
which you misinterpreted.
You pass by me everyday,
Little, you can see me blushing
When she rolls her fingers over me
while going to the next page.
Right now, I am forgotten,
the one who has seen
your all seasons of mood
Remember? when you were hearbroken
reading at page number one twenty?
When you were elated reading
how she met her mom after ten years?
No? Maybe my voice cannot reach you
with loads of pages over me.
you have gone far,
New chapters, new characters, new stories,
which are apparently more intriguing.
I am still waiting when you will
turn your pages back to check
what you have missed,
the pivot of the story.
Yours lovingly. Always.
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