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.