The Pencil

I pulled it out.
The cold, familiar touch.
Staring into the reflective metal tip.
The tiny lead as small as an ant.

I put the lead upon the smooth Bristol paper,
Rolling ever so smoothly along the paper,
Leaving a dark grey trail as it goes.
Perfect size never changing.

The squishy rubber grip,
As smooth as silk
Creating a graceful experience
No pencil quite like this.

This pencil means a lot to me
I have had it for over 5 years
Drawn my best drawings
Just like it was made yesterday