Couldn’t help but notice you as I was walking down the side walk.
I stumbled upon you like an abandoned dollar bill.
I had wondered where you had been, and what brought you here…
and why you were all alone.
I wondered, who you belonged to, and questioned where was your home?
You were so beautiful and pure, and shined bright in the sun.
I didn’t care where you’d been, I didn’t care what you had done.
I took you
and I used you.
It was so simple; you were mine!
You helped me figure out what I was thinking…what I had trouble putting into words.
I told you all of my thoughts and dreams, and about all of my nightmares and scars.
I often wondered where you had been,
and who left you
and why.
But I did all of the talking and you did all of the listening…
You made my erratic thoughts bloom into flowers in the margins of my homework and hearts instead of dots for my “i’s”
I never put anything in my calendar without your consent; I took you everywhere I went.
No matter how much we endured together, I constantly wondered what you had endured with perhaps someone else.
How many love letters had you written to someone once referred to as “my love” or “my one and only”?
How many scholarships have you won?
How many tests have you failed?
Have you ever written in a bathroom stall? On the door perhaps… what did you say?
How many cards have you signed, “Sincerely yours”?
Have you ever written in a diary or were those too childish?
How many people have you been with, and who was your favorite and why?
Most importantly…
I often wondered, what was the last thing you wrote?
I remember the day you failed me…
Your black blood no longer stained my page.
Your ball-point tip no longer provided.
No more love letters will you write.
No more encouraging words will you tattoo on the bathroom stall.
No more events will you put in my calendar.
No more essays will you fail.
No more doodles will you draw and no more “i’s” will you dot with hearts.
Thanks for everything; the rest, I suppose, will remain…
unwritten.
