She gifted me
A feathered pen
On our first anniversary
With which I hoped to write
Stories, poems, songs and many more
Things that made her smile.
Red and feathered, the gift,
A beauty unutilized
Until I took it out of the case
And wrote –
On a blotted paper.
Blue ink dropped by erroneous trembling hands
Words blotched by running tears
My heart pounding as I scrawled each word
With her gift, I wrote my first
The last farewell letter.