Little Pieces Of Scribbled Paper

Little pieces of scribbled paper On the desk all around me Some of them I was reading later Some words I can’t properly see Pen didn’t write well as usual Some letters are hard to make out Not that I felt it was crucial But I had to learn what it’s about You were telling the news of your world And I would write down after you Some unfamiliar word I’ve heard Then we’d look up together what new Does it tell or it’s the same meaning As always it used to be Little pieces of paper now a memory thing When I go, let them burn with me.