still life with bookmark

I have this picture of the two of us. I’m not sure if it’s faded or it was always blurry but it’s hard to tell where you end and I begin. Like my memories of you. Never sure if my memory is blurry or if I’m just jaded but I can’t remember how it began or why it ended. I can still feel your embrace, when I didn’t care where I ended or where you began, so I put the picture back in the book and put the book back on the shelf and hope I never get the urge to read Tom Robbins again.