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3am, looking for my sketch pad

I’ve searched everywhere
Looked through the books
Through the piles of paper

But all in vain

I did not find it
I need it now

But I stumbled on something else

A part of me
A lingering memory
Amidst all the mess
Through all the paper and notes
3 clear books
2 folders
1 file case

Parts of me
Clear books of some of my best memories
Folders of all the drawing I am proud of
And the file case with my old collections

I looked through them again

It has been 4 years or so
But they inspired me

From my drawings, I realized I can draw

From the old poetry, I could write
And from my old collections
I can be inspired

But then
The memories linger on

For they are but past

Long gone
Never to return

But perhaps.
Repeat
Learn.