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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