I know not why you left or where I went wrong. We had so many good times together. You were always there for me when I was without a writing instrument. You saved me in so many instances when I needed to take down that phone number, that book recommendation, that lofty thought, that stolen recipe. Your blue ink was smooth and vibrant. Your size was convenient. You were there with me just as often as my car keys, and now it is all over. I last saw you the other day, but I do not know where you have gone. I will miss you, always. And I hope that I can one day find you...
