I am almost at the end
Of this small notebook
A book which I have lost
Oh so so many times
Just as I left or lost
At least three relationships
Somewhere where, like now
I was busy doing something else
The future is unknown
Will I meet another
Is that a part of my journey
Who am I to know that
I write, but perhaps I ought
To draw or paint
Yes, at least one big canvas
As someone once said I should
