Penpal

 

Found our first memoir.

The first day we met,

I was hesitant,

And asked with a gentle tap

"Can you spare a pen?"

You smiled;

Browsed through your bag,

And handed me a pen;

A black Flair with a golden cap.

Just a couple strangers;

Just a soul who happened to cross by.

We wrote the exam together;

Me seated behind you.

Exchanging answers,

Almost got caught once

Smiling at some silly answer you gave.

The final bell went off;

Never before did I want an exam to last longer.

"Here's your pen."

You handed it back to me,

"Until next time, partner."

Today I still have the pen

But there won't be a next time.

This poem is about someone whom I lost recently. Keep making good memories because you never know which might be the last one. Peace out, friends.