Red Notebook

I have a red notebook
full of notes:
moments that made me happy—
the solitary walk,
the quiet night park,
cafe hours with friends,
the pale shimmer of the moon.

I worship the shiny moments of my life
as deeply as the shadows:
the ache of long, restless hours,
the wasted scroll of a glowing screen.

I will remember them for myself,
a map of time traced in ink.
And one day,
I’ll share it with you.