Fearing the page

The ink never returns to the pen.
The perfect white emptiness stains black
or blue
or red
but never white again

What if I accidentally cross an L
or I dot a G
Or I break her heart.

The ink never returns to the pen.
The clean white page stains black
and blue
and red
but never white again

What if I write a poem instead
and it's bad
but she laughs anyway

The ink never returns to the pen.
The perfect white emptiness stains black
or blue
or red
but never white again

What if she never hears the story
of a boy
who can't stop smiling