Where has my writing gone?
He has escaped to Antarctica,
burrowed in caves with polar bears.
He has danced off to the moon,
sleeping in craters and watching my struggle.
He laughs in my face as I want him back
and only when I'm ready
he returns to my fingertips.
I wish him here forever,
for he is my love and
I die without him.
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Poetry, Words: 66, Favs: 1, Published: 11/9/2008