Missing Poetry Notebook

I had a huge notebook full of poems. They were written on both covers, all around. Here and there, in corners even, Some topsy turvey, upside down. I almost took the purple notebook in To the station where I relieved myself Feeling silly, I left it in the truck When I returned it was gone from its shelf. I looked at the homeless woman Who was eating a sandwich out of a bin, I wanted to go through her satchel, But I knew to ask would not be a win. Wishing I had followed instinct to not leave it, Here I am, every poem gone, my own self to blame. Just when I thought it could not get worse, Sunroof would not shut, and it was beginning to rain.