A leather pen case

 

A new home for a pen, words will spill from it

telling their own truths, several meters per day

for years, decades, even, sometimes

splotched with tears, sometimes uneven, quivering

with happiness, sometimes holding you securely

so you know you will never fall alone in spite

of yourself.

the leather will wear over the years, the ties

will gradually darken with coffee stains, 

rubbed smooth with so many ties and unties,

the oils of my fingers will glisten so one

day when you hold this worn leather case,

you will remember me, all that was said, 

all that was never said. 

let there be no regrets.