Your Diary ©
You said you don't remember me,
but I recall those days,
Three hundred, sixty-five of them
penned out in different ways.
Each page a different signature,
a record of our past.
Some failures shared together and
our loves that didn't last.
Reflections on a change of mood,
blank pages when we fought.
An annual list of memories
by you, were never sought.
Why don't you still remember me,
has time been lost somewhere?
Or was it just because this book
was kept within my care.