Papyrus

If I had papyrus scrolls born at the edge of the Nile And ink distilled from the vast that separates the stars I would inscribe my memories:

the goosebumps on my neck after our first time or that time I was about to kill myself the one where I smiled at your message or the one where my kid was taken from me or --

Yet all I have is a Bic pen running low on blue ink

that'll have to do anyway.