CALLIGRAPHY/the sunday whirl – poets united poets pantry



Dark ink against

White paper

Lines and squiggles

Your name in red


A tinge of age

Along the paper’s edge

The cup slips

Cracks appear


What was once whole

Is now broken

I read that you had gone away

For good

It happened years ago


I cry when I think of you

There was always

Space between us

A far away distance


I tap the nib

Against the lip of the ink well

We were not bound

No straps to hold us

Just good friends

The story written in calligraphy


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