Borrowed Pen

I find myself in this cafe –

With blank pages
And a borrowed pen.

As the ink fill up the spaces
With words better left unsaid

As the pages grow thinner
With thoughts written

I find myself – thinking –
Do I keep the pen
And keep writing?

Or should I return it
And let another fill up
Her pages with it?

I find myself in this cafe –
Trying to write some more
Trying to create more memories

No –
No more

I let the pen go –
For it was never mine to keep

I let the pen go –
For it has better stories to write
On a different notebook.


About the Contributor

​Debbie Manalili is currently pursuing her MA Sociology at the Ateneo de Manila University. A woman of all sorts: lakwatsera, an avid reader, an introvert, and a social media enthusiast. She is also an active part of the CFC-Youth For Christ community, a lay Catholic organization.

This contributor is a customer of The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf®.

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