Lost Poetry Book Poem by Rose Stern

Normally, I'd write this down,
In that little book of mine,
That held all my thoughts and memories,
Every feeling, and everything that happened in my mind.
Every secret, every whisper,
Every compliment, every praise.
Every rumour, every thought,
Every mean thought anyone ever said to me.
All those memories, that he gave me,
Every warm feeling he inspired,
All vanished,
Along with that little poetry book of mine.
- r.s