A companion, held every speck of me
Understood the best, never demanded, never complained
Kept my secrets, held my dreams
And never was I judged even on going all crazy
Accepted me and the very unbearable habits
Spoke to me in ways incomprehensible for the rest
Words were the only connection we had
But took them so precisely, just so apt
Loyal and faithful, my confidant at all times
Understood my silence when I chose not to speak (write)
Tolerated my anger when I got mad at it (scribbled) for somebody
Preserved the most precious moments of my life
Always in the table drawer
But somehow missing today
Searched for it all over the place
But nowhere to be seen, my diary is now – “a lost friend”!
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