I lost the book
That you gave to me
I left it under my chair
during history
And when I went back
it was gone
Now it's with someone
it doesn't belong
And it makes me angry
Because they don't care
About the sticky notes with doodles
That you left there
On your favorite pages
For me to see
Now I'll never see them
I'm sorry
YOU ARE READING
Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThings I never said, but probably should have.