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

Continue

 

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

Mind?

 

The paper and the pen

Sit, with the tear

 

Quietly going about

Their business

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