Your pen


Silky smooth and slick

Lines of vivid expression

Seduced every page


Ink, dark and fluid

Dripped with blood from your heart

Fine calligraphy


With pregnant pauses

Emphasizing boundless love

Nursing every sheet


With delicate care

Loving words everywhere

The book now complete


Your pen has run dry

A scratchy erratic scrawl

Nothing more to give


The pages yellow

In a book rarely opened

Of a love gone cold