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.