and what feels like eternity will be discarded
when no more timetables are issued and no
more forced words are written; light winds
will blow away cut hair and the calendars will
die in recycling bins, when I take one look
back through the pages of my diary and
wonder what could have been.
because circles go on forever and hearts
only beat for a short lifetime; and maybe
one pen will only make a small ink blotch
but it will be seen by a million others
who want to learn how to write.
