My pen is getting inky.
Leaving stains here and there.
Not yet on my page.
––only fingers.
Hello, little pen. Why
are you marking me?
"I want to add." it says,
"--to leave
myself on what I see.
Just shows you mean something to me."
"Oh." I reply. "Well I had
no idea. But what to tell others
when they see you on me?"
"What's to tell?"
My little pen laughed.
"I marked you like
I do a page.
Will you try to make it last?"
He thought.
"Either wash it off
or decide that it's fine.
I'll still remember
that I'm yours
and you're mine.
Others may wonder,
but what do you care?
Be happy you're a writer.
Get what you want out there."