pen

i think of you
in fall

even if you don't think of me
at all

you always wrote better
lived happier
grew stronger

loved deeper
than me

over and over again
i saw the spirit of creativity
take over you

and magic would fly
from your eyes
your fingertips
your feet

your very soul

i think of you 
in fall

hair blowing 
in the wind

gracefully like
the ocean

i don't know how much
you mean to me

but i often stared
and tried to learn

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