Your Memory Holds My Pen

After years, loves
    Losses and
                  Heartbreak.
I still think of you.
        Dearest A.
Dearest soul
        Dearest heart
              Dearest pen.
Your memory still
        Writes the words
                 I call
                           My own.
    Still captures my
                       Heart
          And loves me into
A crying clamor
      Of poetic
                      Nonsense.
Through these miles
        My heart grows
                       Restless.
      My pen heats
        Like the sun on
  My back.
       My heart bleeds
           Torrents of devotion
Downpours of love
           Washing away this
                  Cloudburst of
                             Loneliness.

Because with
    The memory that
        Writes these words,

I am never
                                        Alone.