She gave me a pen, when
we were lovers,
She gave me a pen, when
we were young,
She gave me a pen, before
there were others, our song
had yet to be sung.
She gave me a pen, before
all the fighting,
She gave me a pen, which
has tarried,
She gave me a pen, so there
i sat writing, while She ran
off and got married.
still here i sit, writing,
and who can say,
whether Her fate is better,
or mine, now ‡
She has a family, and i,
today, have all the worlds
ink can design, yes, and
all the words ink can define.
‡ (revision 2004)
now
She has a divorce decree, and
i have a law degree, a crippled heart,
a heartless mind, and,
yes, still, those narrow worlds ink
can define.
‡ (cynic remix)
now
She has a divorce decree, and
i’ve an increasingly successful
divorce practice, with
a growing clientele of close friends.
(and my ink and my pen)