Return me that blank sheet of paper

Return me that blank sheet of paper,
Which folded into shapes of dreams
Origami of my honest childhood,
One day taken away by a breeze
Unrestrained.
Return me that blank sheet of paper,
Where I wrote my heart in pencil,
So that I can erase again if I err,
Never did they touched any heart,
Impermanent.
Return me that blank sheet of paper,
Where she had accidentally written her name,
She never knew but I preserved,
It was my heart, and it had her name,
Forever.
Return me that blank sheet of paper,
Today I want to read it again,
To search those unwritten words,
That scream into my ears for my only err,
My guilt.
Return me that blank sheet of paper,
That you have pieces of, torn
At a time when I am alone with lorn,
You are far away with my sheet, smiling
In love.
-Anonymous

(Xanax)