Footnotes

I used to write about you.
I used to paint your face with
     Words and prose.
Symbolism and Metaphor were our children
And between the lines of a page -
     Our home.

           We layed safely among penmarks.

     Later, you’d walk out of my chapters
Leaving scribbles and footnotes.
You left your pen behind.

I still use it and in writing
I’m closer to you.