I wrote so many poems for you.
Now I can't write at all.
I've been watching the screen
for twenty minutes straight.
Baby, what is going on?
Are all my words gone?
Am I already done?
Are those my feelings and the things I had to say walking through that door?
But what about now?
God! What about tomorrow?!
Now that I'm in peace with the past
and I healed my sorrow.
What would I write about?
When love and pain
were always my muse.
And now I can't have any of those.
Then, what should I do?
Honey, give me a clue.
