My friend of ink has become static...
her words have faded.. still moving
but no words will now feel emotions.
She has moved on to a place more
than any spoken word...

I will read all that was before, we argued
more than a married couple, but were
friends of poetic verse...
She was taken, before her last verses were inked
on the white, the collection on verse.

I will miss my friend of verse, she was the opposite
of my ink, the contradiction of my words...
I cried when I learnt her words were silent.
But in my thoughts she will always make my
poetry better, she was my friend of poetic verse.