Love Has Gone; Inspiration Is Lost.

I don’t know what to type,
Heck, I can’t even think straight.
This blank page is intimidating,
Almost like you, in a way.

Minutes pass;
And my pen hasn’t touched paper at all.
It’s difficult to breathe,
It’s difficult to rhyme.

Each line I begin with,
Ends up in the pile of tossed out papers,
I need you again, baby,
I need my inspiration.

I held a picture of the two of us,
You know the one I love so much?
The one where I’m kissing your cheek,
…You do a good shocked face.

Well, maybe this isn’t the time.
I need to clear my head,
Get out for a while.

But, know this.
I love you.
Do you love me too?