The pen hovered above the page,
her hand trembling
from the weight of its unwritten words;
befallen to torpidity,
only her tears could write upon the parchment,
everything the ink never would

– ❖ –

Empty to others,
he read the tear-stained confession
found rapaciously protecting her heart;
and without a pen,
he responded on the very same page,
with the very same ink

art: by Zao Wou-Ki


Published by a.d.matthias

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