A Blank Page

A page I skipped over when writing my diary

I am a blank page
....someone skipped me and forgot to write
...and I was left bare....blameless, yet bare

No one will look through me again
...no one will want to know what I am.

Should I be happy that I wasn't tainted by another's ink,
or be sad that I know no other existence.

Dont scribble on me...or even doodle,
I wouldn't have words then...nor will I have emptiness...
I'll only have a glimpse of what I could have been
.....and what I wasn't.