Ink & Paper Love

Writing a poem.

You can feel the characters,

Flowing through your fingertips,

As you

Write

Back and fourth

Across the pages.

It’s about this guy.

And this girl.

And their love.

For each other.

It’s a little corny,

But you can feel them,

Inside you,

Their hearts beating with

Feeling,

And you keep on writing,

About this guy,

And this girl,

And their love.

The girl has your name.

And your eyes.

And your voice.

And you feel, and

Like that girl,

With his love.

And suddenly,

You are that girl.

Your heart beating with feelings,

For the guy made of

Ink & Paper.

That you love.

You love

His voice,

His laugh,

His smile,

His face,

His body,

His soul,

His words,

Him.

And you write.

About him and you.

And your love

For each other.

And a bird twitters outside the window.

A bird twitters outside the window.

You Blink.

He was just a character

On a page,

That you wrote about.

But even now,

You can feel

His hand in yours,

And remember

His whispers in your ear.

You cry yourself to sleep,

Remembering the man

Who you loved.

Who you

Never.

Really.

Knew.