Missing pages

I wonder how
The pages went missing
From your diary
Of us.

The laughter
The smiles
The joke
The sighs

It seems they are limited
To a leather bound ,
Yellowed,
180 pages of
Unedited transcripts
Lying on a shoe-box
Under a dust covered layer
Of memories.

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