With His Pen and Paper

With His Pen and Paper

Lizelle Mendoza

I.

The lamp right beside him

Gave off this light so he could see clearly,

A glow that would soon fade.

Sitting on the tiled floor,

He had his pen and paper on his lap

Stretching his legs for comfort

II.

His forehead creased and his eyes squinted,

Tapped the notebook with his black pen,

There is a lot in his thoughts.

It was how I would remember him,

Always taking ahold of his own weapon,

With fragile hands but with a strong heart.

III.

I'm afraid that someday you'll be a memory

But even the image of you in my head

May someday be an unreadable blur.

I'll miss your quirky smile.

I'll miss your sweater, colored red

For the days with you are counted.