White paper

I write and write,

My fingers bleed,

As tear drops on white paper.

Ink blotted, grip tight, hands shaking,

As I pour my heart out on white paper.

 

Quick pants, sweat drops,

I see it all again, as I write on white paper.

The image - clear as day, even though it's one week later,

I can see them, bright smile and fingers locked, as I write on white paper.

She shouldn't have left, no.

I shouldn't have let her, I thought, looking down at white paper.

The cracks round my heart grows wider each day,

I have to give her the white paper.

I drop my pen and dried my eyes,

I tore the white paper.

I'm sorry, I say, 

As I dispose the white paper.

"I shouldn't have cheated" I think to myself,

Looking at the bin full of torn white papers.

So many torn pages, but I can only tell the white paper.

©Kanon