Pen In Hand (A Poem) – The Writings of Tom Grasso

I sit praying, longing pen in hand,
The paper calling out in wanting,
Pulsing – dreams cutting to the bone
Yet the throbbing vein just will not bleed.

The sweet flavor that seeps from our togetherness,
My god! Words clotting as I seethe in this departure,
A half of my truth rumbles through my reasoning,
“Stay!” I just wish to yell across the pavement.

Yet nothing – the pen again falls silent,
Absent go my words, I’m forgetful while proving my resilience.
I just smile and wave with the other half of my truth singing.

Goodbye, I love you so.