5 Minute Freewrite - Without my Pen (Original Poem)

I remember way back when.
We would run through the mist
of the parks heat-haze bliss,
wistful memory, happy - free.

I remember way back when.
You shattered like lamp
light splashing on the concrete;
energy, fulfilled in motion.

I remember way back when.
I watched you grow up,
knew it was never enough,
to relive pain, empathy,

never enough to know
you perfectly in abstraction.
All the while I sit in dead
twilight, in bitter distraction

chasing those memories
never to return. Seeking
the inevitability of disappointment
armed with this ink gun.

I remember way back when
I could know you, truly see you,
without my crutch, without my pen.

This post is in response to mariannewest freewrite writers prompt which can be found here. The prompt was the word pen. The picture is from unsplash.com free to use, credit to the photographer Álvaro Serrano, please follow link for verification.