Ode, To Lost Poems

The smell of your paper. The smudge of the ink on your crinkled edges. The words I scrawled on your surface You knew all of my secrets. And I knew you wouldn't have told a soul. You had a home in my backpack. You lived there. Day in and day out. I took you out occasionally, Making sure you were okay. One day, I left you out too long. Right in plain view. She came in And Snatched you up. And with a blink of my eye, My whole world had disappeared But you, you knew I would be okay. I've tried remembering you. But I couldn't. My mind was not capable of remembering Your beauty. You left too soon. I can still feel your presence. You make me keep going. I know someday, I will write something That will hopefully come close to you.