OUT OF INK

They whispered Sweet Words

through their physical literature

They caressed and held their lonely souls

becoming one spiritual tribe

They spoke of common things

writting with the same pen

They spoke in Unison hearts

Never Wanting to be apart

But he left her there

As He did before

Returning again to write another page

and dance upon her crimson stage 

And all the while she would think

"What if I ran out Of Ink?"