As I write this story

My story

The pen

In my hand

Is still.

As I write

About you

And me

I cry

Hot tears flow down my cheek

Onto the paper

Where I write my story

For you and no one else.

As I cry,

I realize

You are no longer here

Reading my story

I am now alone

With just my pen and paper

Listening to the silence of the night.