Little Black Book

Self explanatory

Little Black Book

In this day and age of technology,
I still have a little black book.
Whenever I get lonely I consider it's pages
and take a reflective look.
A collection of failures
and some out right mistakes.
I'm not sure why I keep
this list of names.
I notice that lately
I turn to it more often.
Just reflecting,
  no intention of calling,
      just reminiscing,
        and a little bit of wondering...
if I'm on anyone's list
    as someone they're missing.

Although, tempted I am
to revisit my past,
caution warns me
that it may not be for the best.
The good times and bad times.
Headaches and heartaches,
busta's, scrubs,
and complete blank slates.
What am I saying?
There's a reason this list is my past
and bears no rethinking!
Burn these bridges.
Blow away the ash,
and throw this list
into the trash!