I thought that writing
had abandoned me;
left me forever
like a lover
in an unrequited union.
I spent evenings waiting for
it to come back,
for words to stumble into me
at the grocery store-
but alas I waited 14 long months
and I was still alone,
as I started thinking
I had found other pastimes
and met other interests.
But when the passionate
ebb and flow of words
finally returned,
I realised this old flame and I
have unwritten business to finish.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
I thought that writing
had abandoned me;
left me forever
like a lover
in an unrequited union.
I spent evenings waiting for
it to come back,
for words to stumble into me
at the grocery store-
but alas I waited 14 long months
and I was still alone,
as I started thinking
I had found other pastimes
and met other interests.
But when the passionate
ebb and flow of words
finally returned,
I realised this old flame and I
have unwritten business to finish.
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