Love and Beauty

What's it Worth?

Before this pen
so much as thinks about touching a blank page,
again,
I must know: was it worth it?

Was it worth it
to watch me sit and write,
and write,
and write, until my pen runs dry?

Was it worth it
to see me stare at a piece of pointless paper,
until the sun sets and the moon shines,
looking for the perfect word or rhyme?

You know,
it would make such sense,
if it weren't.

Writing. . .well,
it can drive one mad.
—And for what?
A pat on the back?
A good review?
Some feedback?

But, then again,
writing is more than that.
Writing is a portal
from your world to mine:
a world you can visit at any given time.

Time, though, will eventually win.
And if all I have
are these words from this pen,
then I'll always wonder. . .
what could have been?
If I only put down this paper,
if I only put down this pen,
and spent all my time
with you
instead.