My Other Half

I have this notebook.
A small black notebook.

It contains a lot about me.
It was very dear to me.

It has letters, tens of poems and songs,
That is about deep, solemn, lovely emotions.
Sometimes it talks about what-ifs, scenes, and feelings,
But mostly I write about love.

It was dear to me.
It truly is.
But when I got lost in track,
Unaware of the time,
I lost my notebook.
And not that only I lost it,
I also lost my other half.

I just wish I didn't leave it untouched,
That dust grows on every corner of the cardboard
That pages slowly becoming vulnerable when turned.
And That words are becoming letters that being riddled.

I just wish I didn't leave it.
I just wish I kept it.
I just wish I hold on to it.
And now, I could only just wish.