ink pen

i sat at my desk, quilled pens all around

looking up at my saddened countenance

in your mirror, i was just the girl next door

but i knew i was destined for more

you would write notes, signing them with your ink pen

“to my lovely julia, signed ben.”

i would hold them close to my chest

and how they reminded me of your scent

your cursive writing brought tears to my eyes

where you started every letter with dear love of my life

i kept all those notes from all those years ago

and how i still love them so

you would write notes, signing them with your ink pen

“to my lovely julia, signed ben.”

i would hold them close to my chest

and how they reminded me of your scent

i miss you and your ink pen

the letters don't come anymore

i have them resting on your urn

along with more from my lovely ben

you would write notes, signing them with your ink pen

“to my lovely julia, signed ben.”

i would hold them close to my chest

and how they reminded me of your scent