The Ink Has Dried
I no longer hold the nib of my pen,
that once bled verses for you,
each line a pulse
of what we were,
but now the ink has dried,
its flow halted,
like the feelings
you once had.
The pages remain blank,
untouched by the words
that used to pour so freely,
now just echoes
in the silence,
faded like a memory
you chose to forget.
#memories #ink
#poetry #draft
I no longer hold the nib of my pen,
that once bled verses for you,
each line a pulse
of what we were,
but now the ink has dried,
its flow halted,
like the feelings
you once had.
The pages remain blank,
untouched by the words
that used to pour so freely,
now just echoes
in the silence,
faded like a memory
you chose to forget.
#memories #ink
#poetry #draft