Sunday, July 22, 2018

CALLIGRAPHY/the sunday whirl - poets united poets pantry

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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