Calligraphy

27 Feb

Our little ink lines hesitated as if they were sticks in the sand

Drawing out names as if they would never wash away

Flowing through the pen into a rigid tip

You looked up and said that you wished we could stay together forever

I peered back down and said “we can’t.”

In reply you whispered through chortled croaks “But you told me my calligraphy was beautiful!”

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