Inked and Besotted

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.


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