• I sit here without inspiration and determination,

    looking for something to write.

    Something to ease the sorrow off my soul- the guilt.

    Words won't come,

    and my thoughts- millions of miles away!

    My thoughts are where you are, as is my heart.

    How do I write?

    Without my heart, my thoughts?

    How are words to come?

    But your heart is here with me!

    My blank paper, no longer blank!

    There are lines of poetry,

    of flowers, hearts and love,

    and the soul never to far.

    Hope for now and maybe for tomorrow,

    and when hearts unite,

    and when these words come to me.