I have lost
the familiarity of a pen
clutched too tightly in fingers
it dangles loosely now
as if we have not known
each other before, two beings
fumbling to a discordant

I have lost
the pleasure of the beauty
in loops and curves traced
spider web black over a lonely page
and learnt to pray
to only straight lines marching
across paper that cannot

I have lost
but it's only a matter of time

until I find it all again