Lined Paper

A piece of lined paper

A pen to the side

What could it do?

A paper can’t fly

It can’t grow legs

And go away

It can’t just not exist one day.

But today

I find no other way

But to say

It went away.

I did not lose it

I did not use it

I did not send it away.

Why? It screamed

Why do I bring such misery?

Maybe it floated away

Floated on a tear

For this poor piece of paper

Held more pain than it could bear.

There was no rip

And there was no tear

There was nothing wrong

From what I was aware.

This little letter

With no soul

Could not bear

To see me hold,

Hold back the tears

Hold back the pain

For with this letter

Came the rain.

My love was gone

Everything had gone wrong.

A bullet to the head

And he was laid to rest.

This letter told all

But it was so far.

One piece of paper

With lines on its face

One little letter

That claimed my last day.