I wish I could
Melt those moments
Into my ink pen
Onto the the white sheets crisp

I’d capture his hair
Moving slightly with the wind
And his hands
Portraying his speech clearly.

The way he looked
Deep into my eyes
I’d wish I could
Ink them into my soul.

You said you’d leave
But no
You stay
You’ve stayed in my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp.