I Love Writing and Reading Poetry

YOUR BLANK PAGE

I remember back when you handed me a letter right before you stole the lipstick from my lips.

I opened it to a page where you wrote the words your heart felt for mine, my biggest regret was my failure to reply.

Frozen in time, those words stole my soul and remained to this day, in my mind.

I didn’t keep your letter but I kept your picture from that time so long ago.

Does your heart still flow when you think of me like you did then?

I’d really like to know.

Or do you simply stare at the blank page because you can’t find the words to say just like I did on that long ago day back when we were kids?

Are there any words left for me long after that day you stole my lipstick?

If not,

I’ll be your blank page, the words you can’t think of even when the thinking is over and your heart is still full from remembering the one you watched walk away.

I’ll be your blank page.