[75] - Journal
The boy put down
His blue ink pen.
The floor gates to his heart
Had been open wide
And everything had been
Transformed into words in paper,
Lines of poetry.
All the poems had been
Written in the girl's journal -
The half empty one she had been
Holding onto that fateful rainy day.
It was a shame she had left
This world
Before she could fill it with herself,
So the boy felt like it had been
His responsibility
To write in her stead.
He even had some of
His lonely poetry
Published in the local newspaper.
He wrote about his life,
His love,
HIs loss,
And a Pluviophile.