CALLIGRAPHY
Dark ink against
White paper
Lines and squiggles
Your name in red
A tinge of age
Along the paper’s edge
The cup slips
Cracks appear
What was once whole
Is now broken
I read that you had gone away
For good
It happened years ago
I cry when I think of you
There was always
Space between us
A far away distance
I tap the nib
Against the lip of the ink well
We were not bound
No straps to hold us
Just good friends
The story written in calligraphy
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