The faithful pen sits waiting for me to but glance in his direction. He's been a constant companion with each passing year and gazes longingly in my direction.
The much neglected pen.
I took him up and kissed him gently on the head, remembering his smell, remembering the feeling of being with a friend with whom no time could pass.
My long cherished pen...
I took up again today, knowing my way was to take the road less traveled. Knowing that my pen would often be my only companion along the way.
