A Pen Has Fallen (For Amy)
A pen has fallen alone in silence as too many tears went unheard one more writer has grown tired and love is but a four letter word Dear friend yes I still remember yet I can’t quite say I understand we shared a world full of dreams this day wasn’t what we planned Writing poems that no one reads misty eyed with hands unsteady change they all say is a constant still my heart misses you already So did December arrive too early the calendar reads not yet June I hold your words and memories knowing it may be my time soon Miss and love you Amy. I think you were the only one left who was here when I started over five and a half years ago. My we seem to grow old so quickly in social media time. I’ll always smile remembering my early anxiety over sharing my prose attempts, and you were unfailingly my number one fan supporter. Thank you dear friend.
