Me and my friend Mr. Pen

Where do I begin

From the aroma your black ink gives off

With every flick of my wrist

To the kiss stains you leave on fresh paper

I knew we’d be friends until the end

 It might have been the way you turned my dreams into reality

As I saw you draw out the ideas in my brain on plain sheets

But I think it was your accuracy of capturing my inner thoughts

That made you my friend

Then those dreams and ideas and realities sprawled across napkins 

Became cohesive thoughts formatted in stanzas

But you never failed to capture the value of my words

I never planned on being a poet

That was a talent I didn’t know of yet

But since I met my friend Mr. Pen

That’s when I knew my writing excursion would begin