The Diary Poem by Edwina Reizer

Dot the I's, cross the T's
and read this once again.
Close it up. Take the key.
Lock it. Put down the pen.

This diary I will always keep
bringing to my mind
all the endless things I do
that I leave behind.

All the meaningless, tireless words
that sum up all my days
never seem to express my dear
the costly price one pays

for loving someone much too much
like I loved you.
No one will ever find your name
if some day they view

what I've written in this book,
what I did impart.
Your name ny love, I could not write.
I kept it in my heart.

So when my life is finished dear
if they come upon this book,
they won't even know you existed
for they won't know where to look.