I've erased more lines than I've written,
I've stumbled more than I've fought,
Your eyes don't gleam anymore for me,
Maybe you are to blame for this drought.
All I write now seems average,
Since all that I feel now is numb,
So many thoughts to salvage,
Yet under your gaze I succumb.
And its been much too long since the charcoal stained my hands,
And the frenzy of letters fogged my throat,
I feel like I'm drowning every second, every day, as I watch you lie calmly afloat.
Drifting on this fragile plank,
In this vast ocean of expectation,
I wanted you to trail my rank,
But I'm only left with my imagination.
