My lungs heave up and down, played by my fingers like bagpipes
whining into the night about the injustice of you walking away
from him. How dare you? You’re both so close, such a true pairing,
but my pen never lets you tell him how you feel. You’re
out of my control, not a character, but a person in your own right,
not mine. I want you to run with all your passion back into his arms.
Can’t you obey the ink, just once?