The Notebooks
I've kept the notebook that you gave me
(the one with the lavender, blue & green cover)
on my bedside table
positioned perfectly, with pen, for to-do lists,
notes
and poems,
like this one.
But like all the other notebooks, planners, diaries
and lined pads I've owned,
one day it just wandered off,
to who knows where, a picnic?
To do some shopping, a dance rave or just a kip under the hedge.
I was bereft and confused,
I thought that little book was safe.
I'd only turned my back for a second,
and...it...was....
Gone.
Then after many months,
last night I found it,
tucked beneath some vitamin bottles
in my top drawer,
hiding
guilty
and looking just a little dusty.
From now on,
I'm going to tear pages from those squirrely books,
keepsakes of my words, to-do lists, memories and more
Just in case,
one day you, my one and only notebook,
go running off and just like all the others,
you never come back.

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