I lost my Pen

I lost my pen so long ago 

I can't remember when.

I used to keep these journals with

Lots of my poems in.

And I would hand them out to friends

Who'd comment in the columns

I loved their input and the glee

They shared within those columns.

Those notebooks really got around;

More than you'd really think.

I miss that fellowship of then,

That transcendental link—

I treated penmanship as art

And fashioned every line

To speak to someone with its face

Artistic by design.

I lost my pen so long ago,

Wherever could it be?

I think I left it back somewhere

In 1993.

I have to use this bloody app

And you can’t see the flourish, 

The artistry, with which I etch

These words, purposed to nourish.

This poem reminds me of the friends

I’ve steadily left behind.

Some of them really cared for me,

Some saw how my star shined.

I have to say it’s lonely now

With no one else around.

I scream into the internet

But it doesn’t make a sound,.