For Natalie

I wrote these after my mom handed me an old notebook that belonged to my little sister when she was a kid and we found that the pages had been torn out. She was about to get married, and the title seemed so perfect.

I found your notebook,

Your child’s hand scrawled a title,

Your name underneith.

A hard bound notebook,

Read: “I laughed, I cried, I loved”

Etched in crayola,

You tore the words out,

Inside the pages are gone,

Twenty or so lost,

The title says it,

You were too young for a memoir,

Really, you still are,

Take back your notebook,

This time don’t tear the pages,

Write a love story.


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