Breathlessly, I tried to catch the words streaming through my mind before they disappeared and I was left with an empty page. My pen scratched against the parchment. After the first few words, “How can I express this plainly?” I had to dip my pen and finished the sentiment, “I cannot see your face clearly in my mind any longer”. I remembered the hazy image, like something from a dream, but there was a small crescent-shaped scar on your face, but where? My fingers flew over the page, smudging the ink in my impatience to squeeze the coffee grounds of my thoughts out.
Inked and Besotted