Notebook Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I turn to you whether skies are dark or blue.
You hold my innermost secrets,
beginning a new page with every conversation.
If I should lose you I don't know what I'll do.
you bring so much certainty. Scribbling as the moments turn to hours
I know your face all to well.
The scars we've yet to heal from.
I turn to you every chance I get.
I'd tear out the pages that make you imperfect
But I see so much beauty in you.
The things shared between us that no one knows.
Reasons I turn to you for comfort. Attaching paperclips to extra sheets of paper.
You've scratched through the lines that no one knows about.
Seeing me as me instead of a dot on the page.
Selfless.
A symphony that screams in reason.
The lines shared between the page.
doodles outlined with big eyes and little heads
The things that make you smile. Not knowing what to say next.
The times you provided a listening ear when no one else cared to listen.
I miss those moments, fiction of my world.
I never thought I'd see the day your pages would fill up.
Selfish.
No longer having the time to spend