Drawers

I've been writing in diaries for a long time.
Never all that consistently,
but i find myself always going back to
one of my many journals and write about my life.
I've gone through so many unfinished notebooks,
i can't even count
But there's this one incident that never fails to leave my mind.
When i was a kid,
i had this diary that had this huge built-in
compartment to store knick-knacks.
I couldn't tell you what i had written in it,
or what i had stored in the compartment
(actually, i think i stored some sentimental buttons
or gemstones and such)
but when we moved,
i realized it had disappeared.
It made me pretty upset,
and to this day
i regret losing it.