Pen Stroke

In my mourning,

You are a pen stroke away.

I channel your energy

And let the clock tick.

In my art,

I am drawn closer

To your amber eyes

And sleeping lids.

In my stories,

I am soothed by words

Only my imagination could pick.

In my writing,

Your smile is forever,

Your kiss is a word’s wish.

And in the future,

There is a life beyond us

And more than a dismal wind exists.

In the stroke of my pen,

I know

I am stronger.

I am stronger than this.