The next few days will be silent,
The articulation of sorrowful poetry
Will be yet another whisper carried by the wind.
My body will be missing,
My heart will be gone,
My soul will be waiting for them both to come back.

I won't be gone for long,
And soon they will all be united,
And together they will help me
Continue to articulate that sorrowful poetry.

But for now, I must take a journey back to the place where my inspiration is hanging by golden strings.
**I am returning home and not a single piece of poetry will escape my mind until I come back.