My thoughts flow from the ink of my pen
Only for their pain they write to be stemmed by the paper they are written on
I so want to write of love and happier times
and of memories of when my fingertips once explored all of you
But the ink that flows
now only stains my fingertips with its ink so black
Its colour has invaded my heart, my soul
As I know there cannot be anymore happy memories to write about
I have to instead write of closure and leave behind heartfelt sentiments and feelings I still wish to express
And so the words I now write are full of sadness and are numb
For knowing that no more words will express my love for you and the memories we once shared when my fingertips once explored all of you
Copyright June Bolland 2015
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