Diary: Dear Writer

My pages were content with your spruced ink
Because the words in it were priceless like mink

With Dear Diary you started our long conversation
Penned in me were each of your aspiration

Sometimes at dawn but often during the night
You spoke to me all that made your heart light

I remember the day my page caught your tear
I knew it was because you had lost someone dear

When first you had me, your words filled my pages
Over time I experienced each of your stages

My bindings hurt when a part of me you tore
Scribbled words which I don’t remember anymore

I saw the world and its beauty through your eyes
Sketched on my sides were all of your advise

Sometimes I travelled with you, closely by your side
Those times I learned about the others inside

I protected your secrets and sacred sections
From prying eyes with malicious intentions

I was neither your friend nor your soulmate
But special I was closer than your roommate

In the corner of a room, I slowly gather dust
Many moons have passed my pages begin to rust

Far away in another world you now reside
A proper goodbye to my kind was denied

If the words in my heart could cross the tide
I have many pages waiting for you to write