Pencil Marks-
The pencil marks
Leaving our thoughts
On each page;
Leaving only our
Deepest feelings
To drown in the words;
Leaving our understandings
Of the world
In the hands of a notebook;
In which we savor memories
That we will later treasure;
The pencil is tired
From moving across the page;
One day I’ll look back,
At the pages real close,
And I’ll remember the pencil
That noted the memories,
That mattered the most