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But not enough to know the rest.
In this motel Bible, names fade underneath the ease.
I wrote mine on the final line and closed the book.
Somebody signed in '89, a curse of Mary with a shaky hand.
Another one from '99, just initials I couldn't understand.
I wondered what they left behind: a promise, a lie,
Or a wedding band.
Did they drive away and find something worth more than they planned?
I thought about your name a while and stopped before I wrote.
Somewhere between those other names, I found my own instead.
Every page was just a name; nobody wrote the ending.
In this motel Bible, names fade underneath the ease.
I wrote mine on the final line and closed the book.
Somebody signed in '89, a curse of Mary with a shaky hand.
Another one from '99, just initials I couldn't understand.
I wondered what they left behind: a promise, a lie,
Or a wedding band.
Did they drive away and find something worth more than they planned?
I thought about your name a while and stopped before I wrote.
Somewhere between those other names, I found my own instead.
Every page was just a name; nobody wrote the ending.