Drafts

Flipping

Through my pages

Looking into

Previous phases

Most of them

Done

A few

I saw

Still

Blank

And in the middle

How I had forgotten

That in those

Pages

I had scribbled.

Confused

Because

Rest assured

I myself

Utterly unsure

Why would I keep

Drafts

Were they all in fact

daft?

Then
I grappled

All of a sudden
I remembered

 Did not leave

More feelings

On the page

To lessen the pain

That had me writing
In the first place.

Time had elapsed

And sometimes, I relapse.

Divided

Because

It was noted

Pulled from

Opposite corners

I was undecided

What is a piece

Without its end
Will I find peace
If I write the end

Time had elapsed

And sometimes, I relapse;

Should I

Work on the old

Or learn to

Let go.