Pages of a Book

I can see your story,
written next to mine,
in the book of life;

              I can read your name,
              on that page,
              with dog-eared corners,
              I cannot reach you, though…
              our lives are not intertwined;

They are laid to rest,
side by side,
with the blank between the margins,
sharing a common bind;

              I can only hope
              that we will come together
              when the book is closed,
              somewhere outside,
              the end of time.

Your world and mine
with the rubbing pages
tried, undone and untied.

© soulreserve 2015

(For the poetryriot prompt ‘Somewhere Outside’)

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