Joshua (cutthroatbritva) wrote,

pilot precise Zing fine

where is that pen?
you know
the one i used to write letters
to you.
i thought i saw it tonight
but my eyes cant remember
my brain

where is that pen?
the ink i set sayings
on your skin
and once again
i write

what are we doing?
you're no longer here
i haven't heard anything
and you probably haven't

you hated that pen
and the ink
and the marks that i
left you.

but it wasn't me
was it?

it was dust on my knees
begging for something

from which i've found
and the pen
of course
was right where i left it
and you.
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