An Unfinished Life

before he left, he handed me a pen

and I asked him, what is this for

he smiled as our eyes met

then his gaze turned towards the door

see, today I learned the hard way

that nothing’s ever what it seems

and sometimes what people say

are just words caught in between

it all started as they will

a friend of a friend and a party

not much in common, but still

the need to connect with somebody

fills a void and sets blinders

till it all settles into something

a familiar reminder

the sometimes, seeing is believing

but for me it was nothing

another hard knock life lesson

seasonal company

disguised as expression

building a life founded on dreams

and what they sell in the movies

followed by promises they can’t keep

that keeps a soul moving

so what he handed to me

cut much deeper than a knife

the pen he handed was to complete

my unfinished life

I held on to that pen

and I pondered the ending

and I’ll make my way when

I finally stop pretending