sometime in 2016, i owned a notebook
whose leaves are of faded sage green.
inside were glass windows, grand overlooks,
lush of tales and wonders for one to see.

it was a matchless gem i got to keep;
it converses like no other soul can.
was a great companion when i couldn't sleep,
kept my secrets though it isn't human.

and i was foolish to have misplaced such thing.
all the poetry i...