#330 Ink Poem by Jimmie Arrington

I found a long, blank white page
And wrote a name across the top.
Beneath I described the beginning stage,
Along with my feelings, powerless to stop.

The name was beautiful, and one of a kind,
Yet the owner was truly the more brilliant find.

I wrote all about the wonderful times,
The journeys and long goodbyes.
I wrote about all the yellows and limes
And the ins and outs of mysterious eyes.

On once a blank page, my whole heart was writ,
Then vanished completely without leaving a whit.

Her name disappeared along with her,
And I sought another to take its place.
In my darkest hour, as it were,
I recognized an unfamiliar face.

I’ve written many names which erased in a blink,
But when I wrote your name, I wrote it in ink.