My diary becomes my keeper

A long day is worth noting some day A lonely night is worth quoting sometimes When you are not with me My diary becomes my keeper

A silent talk is worth telling something

Some hushed voices are meant to shout When I miss you, My diary becomes my keeper.

Your ignorance is a bliss,

Caring a felicity When memories perturb me My diary becomes my keeper.

Today, the keeper is restless, anxious and wet with my tears Ink whimpering over nib Tears ensconced, hence failed to slake.