The Pen Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

This pen that's privy to those lonely days
When to a distant shore my love did stray
Many a secret lie it held, there lays
Scribbled mementos that the scripts portray

Absence makes the heart fonder, as they've said
As roses yearn for rain that seldom falls
But thirst not quenched by drink that's scarcely laid
Might fill its cup to toast in other halls

For dreams can always fade and hearts can change
Sweetness can sour, a vinegar becomes
Time turns a bend hiding a love made strange
Uncertain of tomorrow, if it comes

This pen that wrote these lines which made her sigh
Alas, will have to scribe the word 'goodbye.'