The Last Page
You were like the last page of an old notebook
Which I doodled on and scribbled on
Torn off
So that others couldn’t see it
Couldn’t peep in
To the place I displayed my soul on
A chapter better left close
Never read and understood by someone not there
Hear me say it
I wiped you off
But not forgot
What words those lines carried
Never forgot
The sweet smell it was dipped in
Not when I turned it over and over again
And not when I left it in a bin.
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