Bookmark

A bookmark saving the place
Where I last read
A bright red tassel against white pages

I should pick up the book to read again
But how do you read love sonnets
With a broken heart

Black ink speaking love
Can step into a storm and not be shaken
From its course of happily ever after

My forever didn’t survive the tempest
I am surrounded with the debris of love’s end
Tears burning the torn edges of my soul

I feel nothing but the stone in my chest
A heart no longer beating joy
But an erratic thumping of loneliness

I stare at the bookmark wondering
What sonnet I last read
Perhaps one day I will have the courage to look