it's been a while
since my pen last flew,
across the ocean
over the sky,
"i'm back," she whispers,
silently to my little thumb
and the other little fingers,
and they lived,
happily ever after.
i'm using a pen,
trying not to make any mistakes
for i've no bibs
for the little spills
from my clumsy self,
i'm just letting the words go
like how it should be
when things come straight from the heart,
that's how magic happens,
that's where i found you.

You? You.