My pen

.my pen has been used by a few.
.my pen has been kept in the dark.
.until the 16th year.
.it never rests.

.passed on from one to the next.
.it has written happiness and sadness.
.it has been chewed on.
.dropped to the floor.

.she picked it up.
.she holds it like it has never been held before.
.she writes with passion.
.she writes his heart into the sky.

.the pen has been sent across the ocean.
.it longs for her soft firm grip.
.it drowns in the ocean of her thoughts.
.my pen can only write her name.