I just can't believe they are all gone. I had wonderful words written on paper, saved in my file folder under my memory. For as long as I live I'll regret their disappearance, never knowing what would have came of from their presence. No one could have realized that these words are all I have. That my only and truest friend is the paper and pen I hold in my hand. They have never let me down, never failed to be there, never once tried to run away and leave me in despair. Unlike the people in my life, I can count on the pen and paper to hold all of my memories. As this wind of sadness blows over me, I know in my heart it will always remain. Not so much the words of my pages but the thoughts in my file folder.
