Mr. Petrella- The Lost Journal

There is a marble journal.

I lost it one day. 

I don't know when. 

Covered with faded black construction paper,

decorated with thin purple paper triangles.

Wrapped tight with clear contact paper.

There is a green ribbon in the middle.

Waiting for me to return

it keeps my place.

The journal has been gone for years,

but I still look

hoping it will appear.

It is full of memories.

I can remember pieces

but not all.

I imagine the day I find it.