A Ballpoint Pen

February 26, 2015 § Leave a comment

A ballpoint pen glides

Across the paper


A fresh white sheet

Torn from a notebook


Blue ink slashing

Its emptiness


Words form eventually

In the shape of a letter


A goodbye

A farewell


A sorry

A please forgive me


Once I’m gone

A tear drops


Silently onto the page

And the pen cuts


Into it and streaks

It along, for a moment


Causing a pause

And when the pen continues


There is nothing

Left to say


The writing halts

The process frustrated


The letter cannot



Who’s to say

If it’s the pen


The page, the person

The tear


Or something else entirely

But the writer cannot write


And so, leaves

To find something


Else to write with

Perhaps, or


Have they changed their



The paper and the pen

Sit, with the tear


Quietly going about

Their business


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