Red Pen
A poem
1 min readJun 23, 2021
A red pen.
That’s all it took to remind me of you.
The start of me dances after you,
with my footsteps racing upon yours.
Until I fell,
and someone else became your companion.
I could no longer catch up,
you no longer waited.
Your steps too big,
I became too far.
Our paths no longer parallel,
our stories became mine and yours.
I am no longer behind,
you are no longer in front.
We stand across,
in a standoff at times.
But with a fist in one hand,
I’ll still hold your hand.
We can laugh,
we can be troubled,
we will endure.
Your efforts are not wasted.
I see,
I know.
I fear you forget,
I fear you don’t notice,
how much you mean to me.
This red pen,
it is here with me.
When I write,
it writes of you.
