Deprived

Deprived of Sahara's company
I looked around the room and spied her purse
At the foot of the chair
I went through every item
In a little notebook
Written with an eyebrow pencil
I found the very poem
Which you are reading now
The writing smudged but word for word:
"Straighten up, little warrior, " it ended
"It's not as though you wasted your life
By loving me"