Buried under a mountain of words,
I, a bookmark
Am a subtle reminder,
Where you left off,
I am often torn off,
Deprived of my shining luster,
Forgotten, lost in the sheets,
Every book lovers best companion,
I, a boomark, am often left unused, unattended,
A journey, you say
You have lived through your books,
I, a bookmark,
Never being noticed,
For I am your companion through pages full of words,
Reminding, every time you left a page unread.