• the pencil moving across the paper
    erasers destroying the marks left there.
    Crinkling paper thin as a wafer.
    Stars outside in the deep, dark midnight air.
    A desk, littered with pages of failure,
    the silent world outside is unaware.
    In this story, love is the only cure
    together they make a beautiful pair.
    The candle flame dances in the night air,
    some tiny sparks come flying up from the wick
    they will land on the papers laying there
    to burn them, hot and quick.
    The world will not get to see
    the sweet love story that was never to be.