Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Free verse

The Gold Pen

Since, the day
My fiancée left, this gold pen 
Was never use, it was her 
Gift, to me 
On my birthday
Yes, I used it many times
Writing her, poetry
Of love
Our happiness
Our dreams
Though, it has a fine Indian ink  
And, it writes well, I have no 
Intention, of using it 
But, I always 
Kept it, in my pocket, everyday
Why?
I don’t even know why
Surely, I know she is now, the 
Sweet darling, of others…
A catchy title, fitting
Only 
For 
My sorrow, every ink drop of 
Her, gold pen

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