Your Favorite Book

You left it by the bed, Thumb bent in the middle. Dog-eared pages, soft and worn, Like a secret kept a little. Your name inside the cover, Ink blue, pressed and neat. You said it found you first, then it followed You home with heat. And every line pulls you closer. Every page gets a little older. You turn it slow like a prayer. You know the ending, but you stay there. Your favorite book, my favorite view. Page by page, page by page. You, favorite book, I want it too. Page by page, page by page. To feel like you. There's a cracked little spine and a tiny folded Corner. A train ticket used as a mark from The rain in October. You read it in the bath, you read it On the bus. You cry at the same old Part and laugh when it lifts you up. And every line pulls you closer. Every page gets a little older. You turn it slow Like a prayer. You know the ending, but you stay there. Your favorite book, my favorite view. Page by page, page by page. You, your favorite book, I want it too. Page by page, page by page. To feel like you. If I could step inside and meet the girl You were. Underlining little lines that only make Sense to her. Then you look up and smile with that Half-remembered glow. And I learn your quiet heart from the story That you chose. Mm. Your favorite book, my favorite view. Page by page, page by page. You, favorite book, I want it too. Page by page, page by page. To feel like you. Keep pulling me Page by page. I read your skin. Let me begin. Page page, page Where you've been.