On Sale Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I caught a sale earlier this week.
They had notebook paper and pens marked down
By the register
I glanced twice, buying both
Not realizing the paper wasn't collage ruled
nor that the pens were cheaply made.
Barely holding enough ink to complete a full sentence before running out.
I used half a pack of pens and quite a few leaflets of paper.
Thinking of the perfect thing to say.
Hours went by and not a single thing came to mind.
Except chicken scratch, incomplete statements, and a few doodles.
Balled up sheets of paper, wadded up thrown to the side.
Wondering if the spaces were wide enough to paint the perfect picture.
just a few words conveying how I truly felt.
I sat and wondered if I truly partook in a sale worth participating in.
Sharing my heart on a few sheets of paper.
Debating telling you how much I enjoy your company, or the times spent thinking of you.
But all of these things I could easily say over the phone.
Or the next time I see you.
That wouldn't do.
I wanted to do something special, by passing all the cards on sale at the store.
As cards mean well.
But sometimes they are over complex, finding the right one that captures the perfect expression is hard to find.
So I sat and I thought, and I thought.
If only it were that simple.
Wondering if you'd read between the lines.
And used up pens
How much I truly adore you.