I have posted this story before, but ended up taking it in a direction I really disliked, so I'm giving it a second attempt. The first few chapters are almost identical to the first posting, after which the plot will be quite different.
Disclaimer: Rent belongs to Jonathan Larson.
I Wanted To Use Ink
but the pen ran dry,
and the others are Roger's
and I don't want to take from you, Roger.
I don't want to take anything from you,
not one bitten-ended Bic pen.
I'm not sure what to tell you
other than that I hope by the time
this graphite fades,
you no longer miss me.
Sometimes you meet someone
just for a little while, someone
you don't think about too much
who impacts your life just so
like your sixth-grade math teacher;
like the very beautiful woman
who love you for just a little while;
like the rock star who let you
be his best friend;
like the teacher who saw you
as more than just a student.
I don't think you know, any of you,
how much you did for me
by letting me into your lives.
You all meant so much,
you were all so good,
you all saved me, for the time
there was to save.
You made things so good.
You made the world so bright.
I want you all to know that I love you.
What I've done is not about you.
I know this will be hardest
on Roger.
I know Maureen
will make it through.
I know Collins
will hate
will be angry with me
in ways he won't say, and
I know Benny
will be quiet,
but he and Joanne
will hardly feel the blow.
Probably Maureen, too.
It's okay, Maureen, that you
think about yourself first.
We all should
take care of ourselves
maybe not first, but...
I am not so vain
that I hope you will remember me.
I hope you will
forget
because I so love you all.
Let me fade
with graphite.
to be continued