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As his words start to fill up the page, 
Falling tears smears the ink. 
Emotions cry out from his soul. 

Emotions created each time pen touches page, 
For no more are the just words. 
They are an extension of him, 
They are Me. 
My love,  
My anger, 
My heart and soul 
Pouring out through 
Ink and tears. 

A soul so wanting to cry out, 
Yet muffled by its own screams. 
A soul so capable of love, 
Yet unable to share it. 
Unable to find completness with another. 

His pen falls to the floor, 
Reaching down to get it,  
I remember the many times,  
My hand held yours. 
Not just your hand but the love that was shared between us. 

Outstretched hand waiting for yours. 
Yet knowing you are no longer there to hold on to. 
Knowing that you will never again be there 
To comfort or caress. 

Tears now flowing more fluently than my ink. 
For the farther I go, the more of my heart 
I pour onto the page. 

No longer is it just 
Paper and ink. 
For now it is Me. 
For now it is

My Heart and Soul. 

Be careful how you treat it, 
For your opinion matters the most.