Pen stroke

I told myself I would not write another word about you,
But you are my inspiration in all I do and write...
How could I forget such source of beauty
That would stop time itself and make it kneel?
I told myself I would not waste another drop of ink
Writing about your whispered name...
But how could I dismiss my source of strength
When just one clumsy stroke of any pen could bring you,
For a moment only, back to my side, well and alive...
When just for one more moment I could hold your hand
In mine, your lips to mine, and your steady heartbeat
Could silence time.... could silence all my demons for a while...
When one stroke would write your name and mine
Together, line in line, and life itself could fall in line and kneel
Besides the aging Time, a time in which you were just mine....

I told myself I would not write another word about you,
But if I ever stop, I fear, my heart will drop out of my chest,
And make a bloody mess all on this wooden desk...
And seep into the grain, keeping me contained...
Keeping me from you, my love, my bloodied pen.