My companion

Written by: Elenushka Toledo

I don't know where I’ll be, 
when who ever buys my book to read. 
I was just writing the date on my new 
notebook, and these thoughts came to my mind.

Sometimes when I'm going over some 
writing I see the date on the paper, 
and it brings me memories of
how I felt at the time when I 
wrote those poems , 

Those notes, they have the flavor 
of me. My intimate thoughts my most 
saddest and happiest moments of 
my existence

My poems my notes my 
stories and my hands, they are one. 
One memory in all together. 
The way my hands clinch my
writing my every move of prose 

I don't know who 
Will want to read the writing coming 
from a stranger a none-known poet. 
From lonesome I, no one 
knows who she is 

I cherish every letter, 
word and phrase my hands have writting.
Because all of this has been to me a wonderful 
companion of my lonesome life of appetence to feed.

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