My pen is dying
After devoting his life
To me, my words
My paper
My world
My reality
My soul
My heart.

And all -
All for you
Remember not the pen
But the words
His life's meaning
And know that it once existed
My pen WAS.

So with his final drops of ink
I say my goodbye
Knowing my angel's mission
Will re-accomplish itself
Every time I feel
Through me and you.