He opened the book,
and read about his life.
and realized that
lot of pages were missing.

It was last summer of
Two thousand two,
When I saw you,
I noticed that
you gazed at me,
It seemed that
you wanted to say something to me,
Yet you don't have the guts
to approach me,
you seemed aloof and shy,
I wanted to ask you why?
and still you had no reply.

Perhaps ONE DAY,
we'll realize that,
we've never lost,
and all that sadness
has never existed.

Every night,
I dream of you,
I need you,
Just want to hug you when I sleep,
'Cause your softness and pluffiness,
Puts me right to sleep.

Oh, my dear pillow,
Thank you,
For being a friend,
Even when I toss you away,
You please stay.

I have searched for you  every where,
But I could not find you,
Maybe I threw you away,
I cried,
'Cause I lost you my precious BLUE pen,
I've got to find you,
Cause you're a gift from my Special friend,
Without you I would be blue,
You've been my constant companion,
Without you I could never bring my poem to perfection,
Please come back...
Tell the garbage man to send you back to me...
Only then you'll make me happy.
-jenleeluna