The Lance on the Page
Today I saw her smile break (over again -
Hope cracked open and spilling out her eyes to drain away
Like the colour in her face)
And it hurt just as much as it did the first time
I cried with her and my pencil stained the page with her sad eyes and crumpled excuse for a smile to commemorate
The broken Lance on my page
I sketch and ink and shade and
I grieve best in empathy in black and white and grey
In words and forms stretching and spinning across the page
I grieve best in empathy
On paper
And on paper in empathy in pity in love
I am inimitable