Little Red Notebook

False Goodbye

The feeling of just forgetting

what it's like

to let the nib of your pen to touch 

the smooth, flat surface of a paper

It's like goodbyes

hoping the words you wrote 

would be remembered.

Hoping just maybe

the ink won't vanish.

The sleepless nights 

of watching your pen 

write on it's own as if it had it's own mind.

That the ink it coughs

wouldn't be wasted.

The blotched arms and hands

would be forever stained.

The need stuck on its arm

this isn' goodbye 

I hope

The ink that drops from its eye

those aren't tears 

I hope

The conitnued beeping sound

would stay

I hope

But if it stops....

I hope this isn't goodbye

to beautiful words.

I hope this isn't goodbye

to great poems like you.

written by:jme_28 <3