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You loaned me your pen
I remember it was black
A fountain pen – expensive
My hand was shaking
My signature quivery-looking
Not my usual calligraphic prize
I didn’t realize I was crying
Until one fat tear fell on my name
Making the ink run slightly
You touched my shoulder then
Told me it would be all right
We both knew it would not
How did we get to this place
Signing away our love, agreeing
We were done, over, finished
Weary, too tired to think
I put the pen down, then my head
I didn’t hear you walk away
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