he laid down his pen
after a few quiet moments.
and there were no marks
on the corner of the page,
where his hand
had been resting.
the ink had run dry.
there was nothing.
nothing left.
LR
YOU ARE READING
Swimming Lessons: Poems
PoetryI seem to be your new favorite novel. One that keeps you up at night, turning my pages. Fingers lingering on me so you don't lose your place. A poem from the poetry book.
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he laid down his pen
after a few quiet moments.
and there were no marks
on the corner of the page,
where his hand
had been resting.
the ink had run dry.
there was nothing.
nothing left.
LR
