In a drawer (filled with nothing)

I found an empty pen today

in a drawer filled with nothing

Hidden behind shattered dreams and ideas,

somewhere in the past

 

I held it in my hand,

it fit perfectly, felt familiar -

Thought of holding it to a flame

to see if any ink would flow

 

Then it dawned on me,

it was my pen, the one I used

to write love poetry to you,

day after day, night after night

 

Affectionate phrases

Telling of how I felt,

how you made me feel - words,

endlessly pouring from my heart

 

Then it ran dry, barren, lifeless

that day you said good bye

in a poem of your own

left on the counter above this drawer

 

You were the flame that made my ink run,

the beauty woven into each stanza,

You were my poetry,

my reason to write, the reason -

 

now there is nothing but an empty pen,

hidden behind shattered dreams and ideas

 

in a drawer

 

somewhere in the past

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Tugs at the heartstrings Will, poetic and otherwise. The longing is palpable from you inky release.

You were the flame that made my ink run,
the beauty woven into each stanza,
You were my poetry,
my reason to write, the reason -

That could stand alone, excellent!

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Frieda P. Your nice comments mean a lot.