I have been gone
But you never left
My pen is my friend
Caligraphy its path
The shapes come together
Another page, is complete
Stories, from today
From a time, also gone
Erased, by the actions
Ripped, and torn apart
Return they cannot
Change is today
New for a moment
Eternal in this journal
The oxygen of my breath
Collected through my years
Five until right now
Let me read, an old chapter
It seems like today
I feel it, rushing on
In every vein, every limb
I must let it go
Forget about that joy
Excessive, as the pain
Neither close to middle
Where I look, to be again
A sentence, in each chapter
Except, in those to come
Blank, today's page
And all those to follow
Such, is my journal
It leads me to new days