I thought I finished the book, you see
for me, it was through
as good as done, anyway
so I pushed that heavy back cover shut
Maybe it was fate or just curiosity
what if it wasn't complete
where I decided to leave off?
The wondering started just recently,
and I can't remember the name
or quite the page I left off
Excuses keep me from reopening,
refamiliarizing myself
with the work of art
that guided my life
the one, yes, the one
that held my happiness and a few sorrows
But lately, I've been thinking
you wrote part of it
and I'm curious if you could hep me,
maybe refresh my poor memory
I scratch my head in deep though
I'd like to reopen it.