The Pen

​My pen that wears
the ink of our love
sleeps tonight.

On a blank sheet
by an empty glass
in a fading light.

Some words still wait
to break out and rest
on that white bed.

Perhaps some day
we will tell that tale
that’s left unsaid.

© Arindam Dey

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