Self Editing

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

My pen and soul
as I sit are open
to the world and you.
They say I should not be so.
People are wrong.

My pen has never failed.
It will not now. It takes
my mind to you.
I go home, or come back.
You are nowhere.

My pen will fill the pit.
But even the words can not
replenish what is gone. You
are gone, but I am not alone.
I will go on.

My pen goes on.
It will guide me, it always
has. When next I see you
my pen too will have left.
We will be one.

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