All Good Things...(must come to an end)

I remember the day I first held you,
brand new in the palm of my hand,
like a school girl, I was all a quiver,
as I eagerly aimed you down.
You were so perfect, in every way 
the Rolls Royce of your kind,
and I’ve never desired another nor 
shared you, for you were always 
mine, mine, mine.

Okay,
I guessed you wouldn’t be around forever
I’m not that stupid, I know the score,
But it hasn’t even been a year -  I dreamed 
we’d have much more.  
Now you’ve suddenly dried up; how could you! 
slap bang in the middle of rhyme 
leaving blank sheets crumpled all around me 
oh wasted, wasted, time.  

I would hold you up and shake you
if I thought it would restore the flow
but you lie in my hand exhausted,
how I'm loathed to let you go.
At least we were happy - weren’t we?
life was perfect, or at least very near
but life does move on, some fool once declared,
after all, you are just a pen.

Yes it’s a sad, sad day for departures
but I must release you to start afresh.  
Your leaving has brought me such sorrow.
fare-thee-well, my fine, felt-tipped friend.